Search and Seizure

A slow, seeping pain enters my body,
But I know too well that it was already there;
Dormant, sleeping, then like a whisper,
It shatters the silence, but its secret is only shared with me.
Nausea builds up inside and I desperately want to let it out.
I hold it in, but was that for me to decide?
A memory flashes in my mind more real than anything seen by my eyes.
Taking hold of the present by reviving the past.
It is the awakening from a dream that I never fell asleep to.

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