ConcussionA Poem by Ricky CampbellI had 6 concussions in the course of two years, and their presence is felt.Constant squeezing, pressing it never really ends Something so dark, so beautiful, so antagonizing Something I love and hate An excuse to puff, puff, pass But at a price of my peace at night Only to be removed temporarily never fully out of mind Something so evil and confusing not even doctors have answers How good should that feel? Knowing someone who studies medicine their whole life And i still have no cure All results have turned bad, maybe this is my fate Was I evil in another life? Maybe Hitler or Genghis Khan Not really sure, but I do know somethings wrong To others I give my fortune for virtually no return Something I've attempted my entire life just to earn Flushed away like worthlessness in a ceramic bowl Who knew “Sorry we cant help” is something I'm always told After giving them everything I have a right to be upset What will happen to me now? Im not sure whats next To keep traveling down this barren road Or to start my life anew Look back on the past and just laugh Thats what Im going to do
© 2015 Ricky CampbellAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorRicky CampbellPortage, MIAboutI am a 16 year old teen from a calm, quiet city. I have aspirations of publishing a book of poetry before I graduate high school, and would appreciate any feed back and tips! Also, if you would like m.. more..Writing
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