I can feel myself leaving,
I just never know exactly where I am to go.
The seizure monster takes me on an unwanted furlough,
and apparently no one else is allowed to follow.
I can feel myself leaving,
no matter how hard I try to stay tough and macho.
The seizure monster catches me like a scared doe.
I can feel myself leaving,
I can feel myself going deep down and below.
I can feel that old familiar feeling of sorrow.
I can feel myself getting very, very slow,
this is when I can identify I am caught in the seizure crossbow.
I can feel myself leaving.
I feel my breathe get more and more shallow.
I feel relief once I feel your presence and my head on a pillow.
Debbie M. Wilson
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