The Forces gather,

They swirl round never coming close or far,

Proportions are wrong,

Everything is white or black,

A sensation of tingling in my hands,

Something is pushing back,

Or could it be someone?

My head starts to ache and my eyelids flutter,

My whole being tenses,

Then nothing,

Nothing but a sense of release.

I am away,

Away from the pain,

Away from the light,

Into the darkness where I can hide,

Into the darkest core of myself.

McD