You can feel it.
Your eyes swing back and forth,
Looking for the trouble, looking for the shadow.
It’s all cloudy, fog filled thoughts.
Ambition reaches out in all directions,
And finds nothing.
Touching, switching, moving,
Where are you going?
If you felt it before, now you know what it is,
If you don’t, you’re terrified.
Death? Tumor? Gas?
It hurts, but it doesn’t,
You’re scared, but you’re angry
Or maybe not.
What are you?
The pit is coming. The cliff crumbling closer.
It would be easier to jump and ride the worst of it.
But you don’t know which way.
You’re sick, but you can’t throw up.
Your joint is stiff, but it won’t crack.
Your lungs suck in, but you can’t breath.
When will it be over?
Can’t feel it start…
You only know when it’s over.