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