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7d
I'm floating

A blanket of darkness cradles me
and warmth fills me to the brim.
An odd sensation snaps me to my senses
and I'm filled with an overwhelming feeling that something is awry
the once pleasant warmth shifts into an unbearable heat
as the darkness closes in on me until I'm suffocating
I can't think, I can't breathe

I'm falling

I twist and turn in the dark, flailing blindly
every inch of my body feels as though it's been set ablaze
raw panic floods my senses
I need to get out
I need to wake up

I open my eyes
and push him off of me.
Unconscious people don't want tea.
Cyndi Allens
Written by
Cyndi Allens  15/F
(15/F)   
105
   Wyatt
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