Seizure Poem by John Hale

Seizure

I wake up,
Where could I be?
I don't know where I am
I don't even remember me.
Some memories may come back once more
While others maybe gone forever more.
When I go out, I don't know what I'm doing,
What's going on, or who I could be shooting?
After a little while I may be rested,
However a seizure 'egg' could be nested.
The next time I could running,
Or I could be resting,
But when that 'egg' is hatching,
It fills like my head is detaching.



J.D. Hale
3-14-07