Epileptic

WIP

Sometimes I shake

History would call it demons in my blood

Or maybe some foul magic

Science calls it an unnatural shock

In my mind which makes my

Unwilling lips

Kiss the ground as would an

Angel before god but

I wish to be the morning star

Free from this broken muttering

And convulsing limbs

Free from their haunted looks

Reviews

[Chris]

You have the understanding and the empathy to be "real"... well spoken.

[Pete]

awesome words. so deep and powerful! ... :)

[Suhd]

Beautiful words. Thoughtful poem. Bravo!