Staring off like a childhood cliche,
I'm in an unconscious daze.
Others may not realize this is true
But during them I can't see or hear you.
These spells are far too rife,
I have missed large chunks of life.
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Rene Peters
I write what I know, usually in the form of poetry. I tend to lean towards mental health, epilepsy, and loss/grieving.
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Comments (3)
Never knew staring spells were a type of seizure. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
Beautiful lines!🥰
Short, but packs a punch ❤