Disconnected

The stiffness overtakes my limbs,

like I am on display in a store window.

I worry as the background dims.

I feel overtaken by a shadow.

 

The passerby do not seem to notice

That the world is closing in on me.

My voice can’t seem to find its purpose

And now my eyes can barely see.

 

My heavy chest can’t find its breath.

My ears hear only a ringing sound.

I am trying not to fear my death,

as I realize I’m falling to the ground.

 

The voices fade in and out like dreams.

Now I am surrounded by urgent chaos.

The colors of light go by in streams.

I feel the hardness of the curb I lay across.

 

The ringing sound is louder now.

My disconnected body is lifted high.

I feel a warm hand touch my brow.

I cannot speak no matter how I try.

 

I am floating now, there is no pain.

My vision is somewhat now restored.

Through a cloud of mist I try in vain

To see what it is I am moving toward.

 

I collapse as weakness prevails again.

I try to relax my mind as well.

I feel like a stranger in my own skin.

Like a prisoner trapped in my own shell.

 

The darkness almost has control.

The doors to reality are closing.

I am swimming around in a fishbowl.

My arm is now attached to a string.

 

The masked people tap on the glass.

Through a fog, I hear my name.

I feel like I am breathing teargas,

but I cannot tell what is to blame.

 

The next thing I know, I wake up in bed.

I fear for my life and I sit up in fright.

I see my own ceiling fan up overhead.

What a strange dream I had last night.