Human Poem by Kaitlyn Lancaster

You are sat in a silent room,
The lights are off.
You are desperately trying to subdue the aching in your brain.
You are slowly sipping some sweet tea,
The warmth of it lingering in your mouth for a moment or two.
The room starts spinning,
And you clutch at the hot water bottle that is in your arms,
Holding it closer to your chest,
Trying to ground yourself.
And trying so hard to absorb as much of the warmth as possible,
For that is the only thing,
Keeping you human.