Seizure

I have seizures this is the process.

You capture me with your blinding white light,
I can feel myself drifting away, but I'm helpless to fight.
When I vanish into your blank abyss,
Moments pass, but won't be missed.
Outside a scene, but not in here.
I'm miles away and with such is absence of fear.
When I awake I will never have left,
For bellow subconscious time has no depth.
I will question your stares and the alarm in your voice,
You will ask of my stare, but I will reply with garbled noise.
I have lost my ability to speak in the depth of mind buried down deep.
Fear have I will my senses return,
Or will paralyzed I lay from traveling a mental bridge I've burned?