Temperature Check

Beep—a cold reminder, the numbers unfold,

a chill runs through me, too real to behold.

The sterile white tiles reflect all my doubt,

this fever's a warning, there’s no way to shout.

Days I’ve neglected, my health in a race,

like a ship lost at sea, there’s no saving grace.

In the silence that lingers, I ponder my fate,

a journey through shadows, now sealed by this weight.