It starts…

Slowly you start forgetting what you came into the room for

You laugh it off, ‘it’s just a brain fart” you snort grinning from ear to ear.

You can’t focus

The littlest things can’t keep your attention

Your struggle with every task.

It starts to creep

The miscellaneous day to day become mountains of strife

You head feels hazy, something is there.

You are confined

You cannot walk; helpless you lay in bed listening

Every sound is agony incarnate.

You feel it near…..

You can’t breathe on your own,

hooked up to a machine all you can do is blink.

It’s here…

You feel a weight on your chest

It sits beside you, a shadowed figure caressing your hair.

It ends…