Seizure Poem by James Charles Hutsell ( Aka Butch )

Seizure



It's right there over my shoulder
always waiting like a theif in the night.
That monster that takes my mind;
and can be triggered by a flicker of light.

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john cena 08 July 2022

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Rekha Mandagere 09 January 2012

How nicely you have captured that thief called routine work! We all have to exit at soon as the sun light enters.But you have said it poetically!

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