Tired of forgetting.
Staring off,
Regretting.
Tired of losing lines.
So perfect,
Gold.
Tired of not knowing.
No cause.
Alone.
Tired of being different.
Not convulsing.
"Lucky"
Awake for it all.
I see you,
I live each moment,
But they'll be gone.
Epilepsy is seizures.
In minds they see,
A person convulsing,
There is a less apparent kind.
Describing me.
Idiopathic photosensitive pettimal epilepsy.
YOU ARE READING
My war.
PoetryI have been diagnosed, ripped apart, shot down, kicked around. But ill be on broadway. Even if i have to buy a street, name it broadway and perform. In all seriousness, instead of sleeping forever, i wrote out my war.
