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.
This poem is about:
Me
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