Christmas memoir

This day, these past couple of days, have become so obscure. So what is my cure. My chest is tight and my head is light. There must be something that keeps my chest tight. It beats ever so slow, but the receivers see things in slow motion. Something more than a flooded ocean. I'm floatin. Through the mist, fog there is no light. Im out of sight. Sore from the pain that stains my chest. But there are so many people depending on me and supporting me.