Their Words Mostly Noises

The final grain on sand fell at the stroke of midnight and then the clock stopped keeping time. I held my breath for but a moment and then the moment lingered and I was afraid to breathe again. Afraid reality would set in. It's not fair. I wasn't ready. And they all mean well by their words but they aren't comforting. Their voices fading noises as my strength vanishes. And I'm barely standing for inside I'm shattering. I've lost all feeling. I want to be moving but I can't convince my feet to go. The voices are calling but I can't tell which was leads out of this fog. And the voice that's always been my saving grace is suddenly gone. All the other ones are wrong and unfamiliar. I can't hear the voice that made the noise make sense. My heads in a cloud and I want to come down but I can't. Everything is muffled and distant. It's not fair. The noise is unfamiliar.