Seizure

Lights flicker

People bicker

Eyes role back

Vision goes black

Then theres a shake

Like an earthquake

The body tenses

Energy only one of the expenses

Head jerks forward

Voices go unheard

No cry for help

Not a peep or a yelp

Loss of control

Body may roll

Off the chair I fall

No way to make a call

The tremors will continue

Until there is a stop to this venue

Eyes creak open

Barely a word spoken

They all stare around me

Not knowing what to do

For who can I turn to?

Sometimes it must just be passed through. 

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