Both unsettling and comfortable.
Compelled by this intense yearn
For something I couldn't quite
Locate.
Why am I here?
Is this my experience of something
before nothingness forever?
A visceral intimation of my morality.
As I began to feel my body less.
My conscious probe soon turned to
Grief and dread.
As my thoughts began slow and spread
More and more.
Separated by increasingly long
intervals of unconsciousness.
Am I dead?
Is this what death feels like?
In a short seemingly paradoxical
confusion that felt like eternity
I'd soon realise self isn't to understand
But to feel.
