I fight for breath,

the air, clear a

moment ago has

tuned to treacle

clogging and cloying,

causing my heart to

thunder fiercely in my chest,

fighting for survival.

I struggle to place

one foot in front of another

muscles refuse to comply,

each foot is weighted now

heavier than lead,

and invisible chains surround me,

mind over matter,

or matter over mind.

it was not clear which

carried me to my destination,

the clock has stopped

the world rushes by,

I can hear my heart now,

 blood setting in my veins

struggles to chart its

normal course…

I wait for

the world

to turn black…