alone

I don't know what it's like:

to be laying there,

alone,

in pain,

and the thing is,

it's your fault.

It is your fault you're there.

This was not an indiscriminate virus.

This was not a freak accident.

But it is also not your fault.

It is the bad luck of genetics.

It is the curse of our dna.

It is the tragedy of life.

That somehow

you are lying there

alone.

And it will either end

Or it will keep going

like this

forever

and ever.

It doesn't matter that it is your fault,

because it is still sad

for you to be alone

and in pain.

It is still sad.

Being angry and assigning blame are ways to avoid the sadness,

but underneath it all,

it is very, very sad.