Seize Me

Shake- in my hands.

Sticky- messy-

Uncontrollable like that

Thinned honey is

My world-

Seized up

Dumb down,

Blinding me,

From the outside in-

It’s deafening me;

How little control I have while

My hands, they jerk.

I was twitching at night

In remembrance of that day when

Lost control

I simply

Was drawing up where

Dread that fills my soul and

In my head-the consistency of watered down honey.

Clearing up the horrible cracks

On my hands.

Thinned honey that is

My final feeling of the

Control.

 

Control.

My final feeling of the

Thinned honey that is

On my hands

Clearing up the horrible cracks

In my head-the consistency of watered down honey.

Dread fills my soul and

Was drawing up a time where

I simply

Lost control

In remembrance of that day when

I was twitching at night

My hands were jerking.

How little control I have while

It’s deafening me;

From the outside in-

Blinding me,

Dumb down,

Seized up

My world-

Thinned honey is

Uncontrollable like that

Sticky- messy-

Shake- in my hands.

Author's Note

Honesty, bruh. No point otherwise.

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

Allie, you certainly convey well the pain and frustration of losing control, either in your head or body, or both. Literally, one can read the terrifying effects of a seizure; others can read the terrifying effects of mental illness, substance abuse or addiction. Regardless, our inability to control our bodies is among our greatest fears. It strikes at our independence and strength. It makes us feel flawed and mortal. Your words and the structure hit the reader hard.