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The Seizure

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