Please

 My voice is frozen in time,

 moving backward.

The door is open,
yet I cannot see it.

The weight inside my mind
begins to spin me.

Please.

My sight blurs,
turning inward.
The ground beneath me
feels uneven, untrustworthy.

The thickness of my thoughts

brings me to a halt.

Please.

My hearing is clouded,
filtered away from truth.
The path stretches long,
winding endlessly around doubt.

Silence cries out
in uncomprehension.

Please.