Epileptic

Epileptic

A Poem by ohsograceful
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WIP

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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

© 2018 ohsograceful


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

Posted 5 Years Ago


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

Posted 5 Years Ago


Beautiful words. Thoughtful poem. Bravo!

Posted 5 Years Ago



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Added on August 31, 2018
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