Life support

The prolonged rise of my chest lifting to inhale then decrease slowly as the expired air leaves me then the next breath I lie here conscious, with eyes that stare in horror sometimes dear God, you have to breathe for me for I am not capable of it myself. my limbs jerk in anxiety, nervous reaction to reality I havent quite learned to live in it often yet and at times like now, it's all I can do to exist you will be silently here with me you will hold my hand you will watch over while I sleep. It will be okay.