What's Going on?

With questions swirling, images whirling, making you so confused you become the one lost.

My ears covered, with the scotch taped over my eyes

Everything blurs insubstantial as it passes me

Shapes and sounds I don’t know of

Is there something wrong?

Has something happened?

Can someone tell me?

My hands bound beside me, with lead in my ankles

The ground changes and moves

Vibrating with some sort of life

What’s going on?

Is there anyone out there?

Does anyone know what is happening?

Screams and shouts;

Explosions and tumults;

Glass shattering, metal bending;

I know it must be there.

But where?

How can I know that’s what I’m hearing?

That those shapes strewn across me are people?

Was that really smoke rising?

Finally I cannot take it

Under the bandages, under the sound of a monitor

A beeping stutters

Warmness falls across my cheek

And noises themselves come from my mouth:

“Help.”

Author's Note

This came out of nowhere. Honestly I don't know what made me write this... but I suppose I thought of the obvious 'what if...' For this one in particular it was "What if I had woken up from a car crash, or some terrible thing like that?" I hope I did alright.