Breathless

The sun was rising in the East,
As it was six in the morning.
I sat in my chair, waiting for the early feast,
And something happened without warning.
My head hit hard on the solid ground,
My breath caught by the impact,
It took a while for my breath to be found.
I was scared, and that’s a fact.
I was panicked, and my breath was short,
I tried to scream, but the efforts were dumb.
I was just waiting for the sound of the mort.
My body couldn’t move, completely numb.
My chest lifted slightly,
Only tiny groans escaping.
My chest was squeezing very tightly,
When the campers ran out, mouths gaping,
My eyes were closed,
And my breath was nearly gone,
There was a scream that was composed,
My death nearly happened at dawn.
Someone snapped me out of my state,
My breathing getting slightly normal,
I was horrified at how long I had to wait.
What would’ve happened, if I became part of the paranormal?
Why did it take so long, to hear my gasps?
Was it really that silent?
I was almost in Death’s grasps,
Death, evil and violent.
What if it was longer?
What if it was more than just a minute?
Well, every encounter will make you stronger.
Just as long as you win it.