Brain Dead Poem by Angelica Vargas

Genius do fade, just proved it through brain aid
When I was young, hunting games was never a threat
Energetic I am, that's how I face the crime.
But just now, while running through this puzzled rows.
My head pains me and feels like bleeding start to grow.
Internal Hemorrhage I say, but only a doctor can declare.
Even this poem commits agony, a strike unbearable, in dare.
Oh good Heaven, must this be my tavern?
Where I should lay my body you govern?