It is something i cannot control.
You laugh and you joke.
You do not know that this twitch,
Forces me into a darkened world.
My brain is overcrowded.
My life is overwhelming.
My mind is slowly dying.
And this twitch, shows it all.
Every sound kills me.
Mentally and physically.
I long for silence.
A moment of peace.
But my mind is slipping.
While you all are laughing.
They say this thing,
This twitch,
This motion i cant control,
Is something called epilepsy.
And it darkens my world.
This twitch thats so funny.
Is what destroys me.
So laugh like monkeys.
Act like baboons.
When i'm slowly falling.
Into a darkened room.
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.
