Surgery Day!
It is finally Monday, the sixth of May 2019. As I rub off what the Sandman left in my eyes, I fulminated out of bed like Sonic the hedgehog.
It's probably time, time to check my self in, shoot me up with Anesthesia, because it'll stop the head spin.
My airpods in. Listening to Cape Lions, It feels like I'm in wonderland. Classic signs of despondency, feet drowning deep in the swamps as I try to stand.
Today does not feel like another day, tomorrow is where I start to reclaim. Camouflaging the emotions, so my right temporal lobe doesn't burst into flame.
Any other morning things were decent, this one I'm hiding any signs of panic, I try to be brave as I let emotions sink like the titanic.
Feelings are retreating, yet they stay locked up deep inside. Do I still matter now, there's nobody around that I can share and confide.
My heart starts racing, doctors surround the bed, my teeth touch each other and start grinding. The room seems to feel brighter than ever, my eyes capitulate to the blinding.
Let's get this over with! Cut me open, but don't cause any splatters. Let me wake up a new man, to happy faces, to the whispers, and chatters.
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His Left Temporal Lobe Leaked
PoetryI'm Luis. This is my freestyle project, call it anything you want. I am preparing myself for a potential surgery in my right temporal lobe. Appointments, decisions, and testing... It all begins on June 7th, 2018. I thought I'd keep writing this new...
