Those you haven’t victimized fear you. Mighty and dreadful you seem. Little do they know, you only seize flesh and control the mind. You seize not the soul. Hence be not proud.
You’ve dwelled in me for many years. Imprisoned me to anti-epileptic drugs. You’ve dispirited me. You attack, seize, and control my mind. Your attacks are but brief.
Epilepsy be not proud. For I fear not what rescind only flesh. I fear what abolish both soul and flesh. Proportional to gravitational force I fell. I’ve always find the forte to rise.
Epilepsy be not proud. For against all odds, I’m still alive. https://m.facebook.com/EpilepsyandCpfriends
This poem to show that for as much as I've been epileptic for 32 years I'm still alive because Epilepsy has not managed to **** me.