Sleep envelops in such a sweet embrace.
The torment I am unable to face.

Fingers in knots; the pills are out of grasp
No more strength to muster a clasp.

This crushing fatigue has swallowed me whole.
The  unrelenting pain has finally taken its toll.

Struggling, crying, gasping for breath.
Gripping the bedsheets, bracing for what's next.

Panic attacks rip me from my sleep,
From every crevice the pain does seep.

Scared to find what lies beneath,
What this body has to me bequeath.

Will this torment ever end?
When will my miracle be sent?