Blanketed by darkness
that nestles itself
around my heart –
probing my brain
with foggy tentacles
for light left –
Leaden arms and legs
that feel unlike my own
and a voice that speaks
through my mouth
though I can’t hear the words
or stop the sound –
Did the world always
turn so slowly?
Was the light always
this dull?
How come you don’t see
the changes
while I shrink down
next to you?