Timid voices,

Barely whispers,

Tickle my ears.


I can't see them,

I can't smell them,

I can't feel them,

I can only hear.


Try to move,

Body refuses,


Pain streams like a flow of water through my veins.


Timid voices,

Gaining strength,


No danger to them, am I.


Cannot move,

Cannot see,

Cannot feel.


Only hear.


Moved around, I am sure,

Can't tell. Can't Feel.


Something changes.


Bright hot pain.


Then nothing ever again.


© 2003 June 10