I woke this morning with you on my mind, truth is its déjà vu every time,
me imagining grasping your soft  thighs as my insatiable appetite pleads for your subtle lips and beautiful Brown eyes, an alluring vision, passionate bliss consuming every fragment of my mind.

I feel fine, I feel normal.
Then, I feel numb and weak.
I feel panic and confusion
Sleeping alone in my bed for three days
Unable to process life, unable to stay awake
Fighting to even gather my thoughts.

Knowing I need help but not knowing how to get it.
I have forgotten "911"
I have forgotten my brother and my friends.
I have forgotten how to use a phone.
I try to drink water, but that falls out of my mouth
I can barely move myself around the house.

Then a knock at the door.
My friend! I know I should know him.
He knows me, but I don't know him.
He asks me how I am
My reply is only a moan and random sounds.

He carries me to my truck
He carries me to the ER
I am only 19, who would have ever thought.
The doctor comes in and simply tells me
I have had a stroke.

What is a man to do?

-Brian Patrick O'Connor SR-

The days are getting shorter
The nights are getting longer
Time to rest my heart a little
Onward to the next chapter, my dear

The more I know,
the more I am convinced.
That every source of light,
casts also, a shadow.