The poor thing

I feel it slowly creeping in

Its slowly eating away at me

My hands they clench in agony

My fists white as snow

My arm gets the pins

and the fingers gets the needles

My hand clenches my chest

my heart beating rapidly

my head feels light headed

as i lay upon the floor

the ground is really cold

as i look up and see the people

watching me like an act on a stage

the cutains fall back to see

the poor little girl which is me

start to shake and lose control

of my entire body

My body is stiff shaking real badly

the foam comes out lightly

as my eyes flutter back

the last thing I hear before it goes dark

is poor thing poor thing

the sirens i hear after a few moments

the nurses i hear them

they treat me so well

the faces on friends as i return

the whispers underneathe their breathe

whisper poor thing poor thing

 

Author's Note

This is how i feel with my seizures. Many people don't realize, I dont want to be known as a poor thing...but just another individual.

Reviews

[Ink Angel]

you obviously have an amazing talent for poety, please write somemore, I ll look forward to reading them. I have written about some of my deepest feelings in a couple of my poems, they come from the heart. :)