I can’t think

I can’t sleep

I can’t finish a sentence

Or process a thought

I cannot cry anymore

My tears are drowning in fear

I cannot live anymore

Will death release me from this torture?

How tempting it is to grab that extended hand to my left

Will time heal?

Correct?

Mend all this?

Am I cheating myself of eternal peace?

If I touch only the fingertips will I know the answer then?