Sometimes when my mind drifts
it goes back to endless hallways
and that all too familiar scent
overtakes my senses
My spine actually cringes
at the thought of the needles
piercing the central nervous system
they forgot to numb
my thoughts swim in the pools
that formed in my mother's eyes
as she quoted the neurologist
"your son is dying."
I can still taste the confusion
that drowned my confidence
and left me wondering
if it'll ever resurface
my dreams never stopped crying,
if they even have the chance to exist
they're nothing short of terrifying,
nightmares replaced the rest
it's odd that I can remember
the sickness that consumed me
but completely and utterly forget
the happiness that prequeled it
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 1:48 AM UTC
Sometimes when my mind drifts
it goes back to endless hallways
and that all too familiar scent
overtakes my senses
My spine actually cringes
at the thought of the needles
piercing the central nervous system
they forgot to numb
my thoughts swim in the pools
that formed in my mother's eyes
as she quoted the neurologist
"your son is dying."
I can still taste the confusion
that drowned my confidence
and left me wondering
if it'll ever resurface
my dreams never stopped crying,
if they even have the chance to exist
they're nothing short of terrifying,
nightmares replaced the rest
it's odd that I can remember
the sickness that consumed me
but completely and utterly forget
the happiness that prequeled it
12/29/13
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