A Storm In My Brain
I grope in the dark recess of my soul.
Where could I be?
Am I in some sort of terrifying coma?
Gasping, I smell a disinfectant,
found only in hospitals.
All around is darkness. And silence
broken only by something ticking,
a sort of rhythmic measure
that never stops. It hurts.
I feel the pounding of a headache.
No one seems around.
What's happening here?
Can someone explain this mysterious silence?
I scream but no one hears.
Not even I can hear. But I can feel.
I must be awaking.
Listen to the ticking machine.
It seems to echo my heart.
Eons after eons pass.
Then I hear soft footsteps.
But my eyes won't open.
Then I remember.
My eyes are bandaged.
An intervention urgently performed.
The pain increases. Madness.
A jab, and I am smothered into further darkness.
Silently I scream.
But no one, not even I hear.
Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2021
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