Five years I've toiled, each day the same,
Exhausted, weary, my body's aflame.
No sleep I've known, my eyes swollen and sore,
Working at a game company, I've endured.
Five years I've missed my family's embrace,
My heart yearns for them, a longing I can't erase.
But my sister's illness, a burden I bear,
To find a cure, my hope, a fervent prayer.
Sleep, work, sleep, work, a relentless pace,
My salary insufficient, a cruel disgrace.
For her treatment, I strive, day and night,
Pushing my body, even when it's not right.
"Good morning, Mr. Ichida," James's smile bright,
"Good morning, James," I reply, my voice low and light.
He stares at me, "You look pale, are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine," I say, though my heart's in a fright.
James, my assistant, a young face so fair,
His youthful energy, a welcome contrast to my despair.
Seven hours pass, my boss's words ring true,
"Rest, Mr. Ichida, breathe fresh air, it's long overdue."
Ramen and laughter, a moment of grace,
As we walk back to the company, a familiar place.
But fate's cruel hand, a truck out of control,
I pull James close, my body takes the toll.
I fly through the air, a meter or more,
My body warm, a feeling I can't ignore.
People murmur, their voices a distant hum,
My ears ringing, my world growing numb.
Their mouths move, but I can't hear a sound,
The world around me, a blur, profound.
What happens next, I cannot comprehend,
As darkness descends, my journey's end.