Moment of seizer

Standing rock still and listen, 

There is no noise, 

Except the occasional rustling and hissing of locomotives

 And crackling of dried leaves As evening breeze died down,

 Listening to the pounding of my heart from inside ,

 Reverberate of strange voices Ring in my ears, 

As my encephalon turned obscure, 

The real me left the shambles . 

Watching the cosmos spinning, 

Falling down capriciously , 

Is it the bolt from the blue?

 A horrific zigzag Camouflaged my body.

 Looks like lm about To kick the bucket,

 Foam emitted from my aperture, 

It is this time,

 The time when my tongue hardly twisted. As the clock ticked down,

 The seize evanesce,

 But still ...... 

I'm in the pool of puzzle, 

Not later but soon, 

l eventually breath freely again.

 Written by :  juniorkashiri@gmail.com