The Moment Of Seizure...

The moment of seizure;when it comes

senses are blocked,body is numb

clue less if I'll make through

chance are bleak and really few..

but that very moment,pain resides

the very body of mine and everything inside..

breathing is a hard possibility;

a state of extremum susceptibility..

colors lose their colorations 

and black space is at formation..

no help can actually assist

on my meagre will,i have to subsist..

sweat breaks on the forehead

words are left unsaid..

this very moment,i fall down

and see like a blind,the world around..

seizure of life,seizure of spirit 

soul is gently cut into splits

ceases the life within

maybe am punished for moments of sin..