The Silence Between the Seconds
Barely able to open my eyes,
Limbs heavy, as if made of stone.
A fog – endless and pitiless –
Devours my thoughts, my strength, my will.
Exhaustion creeps over me like a shadow,
Wrapping its cold arms around me.
Nausea – relentless, unforgiving.
Pain that throbs, dull and unyielding.
Hands and feet misfire,
Erratic tingling – subtle sparks –
Quiet pressure that pulses.
My vision, once sharp, now clouded –
Blinded by light that refuses to fade.
Forced to seek refuge in the dark,
Where flickering sparks, dancing halos,
And transparent lines blur my reality.
Unable to move,
I am dragged back into the shadows –
Numb, drained, and fading away.
I wait – endlessly waiting – for the moment to pass.
Hoping for relief,
Hoping for a resolution,
In the silence between the seconds.
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