The Seizure
Jul 27, 2021
A well of gravity
In my head
Eyes pulled in
Vision dead
A current rushes
Down my bones
Shock creeps through
Each muscle tones
I want to scream
But have no voice
Limbs move
Without a choice
The storm rages
Try to breathe
Fighting the current
I’m underneath
The well recedes
My body aches
I breathe in deep
The movement breaks
I lie still
Stare at the wall
Gain my bearings
Feel it all
The moment passed
The seizure ceases
I catch my breath,
Pick up the pieces