Sitting quiet at rest,

Numb feeling starts feet,

Slowly to my chin,

My body is convulsing,

I can see everything,

Drawing like pulling pints,

It covers up my eyes,

I hear at the very last,

What the hell’s up with him!

Then I’m on the floor,

After time awake in a trance,

They ask me many questions,

As hypnotised inhibited I do speak,

Remembering with shame and embarrassment.