Sensation Slow

The sunlight pierced through the haze.
The world seemed bright.
Then came the storm,
and then it was night.

The blackness too lifted,
hope once again revealed.
But that too was fleeting,
chaos ruled the field.

For life was a battle,
in halcyon days.
Either enveloped in darkness
or brilliant with rays.

Then the two blended,
and the feeling too dulled.
the night wasn't so terrifying,
but the high was also annulled.

The game became less frantic,
frenetic paces will eeb,
the joy of living goes away,
as our wounds cease to bleed.