The grout spread throughout me,
the walls they speak.
Telling me never ever,
and not to turn my cheek.
I lie there restless,
moving round and round.
But when I start to shake,
I gaze without a sound.
Not again this lifeless call,
my body becomes a quake.
The power surge turns greater,
and from the inside out i bake.
I get that nauseous feeling,
and cause a small uproar.
People shouting out my name,
but only thoughts I can store.
My words are not describing,
I cannot communicate,
how it feels and how horrid,
when the inside out you shake.
~~ I don't personally suffer from seizures but my best friend does. This is how I would describe her feeling, while I watched her suffer through one. ~~
