Poem #4

By Morel Allahham

Something feels off.

I can't help but feel numb through the sensations of this moment.

The ordained moments.

A shift is coming and fear of the unknown sends jolts through my skin to bone.

As I stand here pondering what it all can mean,

The disposition of my reality coming to a seam.

Sedimentary fragments deep inside,

Break down as I arise.

Sensory overload comes to a halt

And for once I am present, there is no fault.

Lungs. Heart. Mind. Body. Soul.

All the atoms are in sync.

In touch.

In time.

Found in the catalyzed link of mine.