Pins and needles in my hands and feet,
And gulping in the air, trying to drink deep.
Your vision blurs, and your balance is gone,
And every day I seem to get at least one.
The "Corridor of Light" forms in your eye,
Dots and flecks in your vision will multiply.
Your heart pounds your ribs like a jackhammer-
You're not here, you can't think, your words stammer.
In your head all your thoughts start to beak down,
And you know you'll be fine but it doesn't feel like that
When you can't see and can't feel a thing and your skin
is tingling and a sound like insects buzzing grows in your
ears claustraphobia growing just need to calm down!!!
When you wake up, and open your eyes at last,
You stare at the ceiling, and laugh.
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