I am drained of energy.
I am a husk, mobile.
I have lost the strength
to move, to act, to be.
I am losing grip,
my fingers shake in fear.
I cannot see ahead,
the blurring obscures all
signs until they merge.
I long for horizontal being,
a plank of a person
where the crushing weight
is distributed evenly.
Please fill me with petrol
for I need a jumpstart
and fast, time is slipping
and I do not want
to waste another hour.