Unforeseen

I can hear voices all around me
some appear closer than others
not a single light
my eyes can see...

Trying to visualize
by the scents I breathe

Some one's close enough
leaning in toward me
based on my neck hairs
warning me

This chair is hard
no arms to level me
I cowardly turn inwardly
guarding myself sufficiently

"Why am I here?"
My own voice screams!
Blind sighted by what followed me
"We are here to disengage you."
From the pole that impaled you.

Before I knew it
I was coming through
what seemed like years
the darkness grew.