I Dont Like Big Rockets

A short uncomplicated description of my experience of epilepsy in a poetic style which I thought children might understand

I Don’t Like Big Rockets

 

Isn’t bonfire night good eh?

All those flashing colours, fizzing, and swizzing

Catherine wheels spinning round and round

Sparks flying off in all directions

 

What about those rockets eh!

Shooting up ten miles high and bang!

A massive flash then pitch dark

Bit frightening isn’t it

 

I’m getting fed up of fire works night now

It’s been going on for 9 years every night in my head

Every time I shut me eyes before I go to sleep

Someone lights the touch paper, hold tight here we go again

 

When a rocket goes off they’re so good I can’t talk,

My words come out backwards an my jaw goes stiff

I don’t mind because I can still see and hear things

At least I know what I’m saying even if no one else does

 

Sometimes an extra big rocket goes off

I can’t remember the rest of the fireworks

I wake up 10 hours later with a sore head

Sometimes I’ve bitten my tongue in all the excitement

 

I remember the big rockets for days after

They frighten me in case another one goes off

So much that I’m afraid to go to sleep

So I read books and listen to music instead

 

 

I don’t like big rockets

Reviews

[PP]

Wow Ian you're he'll lot of a poet. You've described the feeling in such a beautiful way, yet so painful and frightening! So symbolic and so good!! Love to see you here finally!! Will keep you inspired to write more and I will eagerly look forward to reading them all...eh!!!!!