I look at the page of my book, but I can’t focus.
My vision blurs.

The room is spinning.
Dizziness overtakes me; I feel nauseous.

There’s a ringing in my ears, in my head.
Your words play on repeat.

I must be coming down with something.
Hand to forehead- just to check.

These are my syndromes- this illness,
What is my diagnosis?

Maybe if I just focus on the words,
Not the meaning.

Just tell me once again,
I promise I can take it.

I’ll always remember:

*I can’t,
I’m done.