Passing Out
Blackness besieged me;
Everything went ashen and cloud-like;
As if surrounded
By a layer of a gray cats’ fur.
It seemed like rays of light were here.
My inner depths were filled with fear.
Something was wrong.
I was leery.
I longed to stay
‘Till the feelings came,
When the grayness was strange;
I was fighting it,
Which pulled me out
Of this terrible zone,
Back to real life,
To mom on the phone;
Nine-One-One was on the line.
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