POETRY,PROSE FROM PEOPLE WITH SEIZURES ! "POSTICTAL PORTHOLE"

POSTICTAL PORTHOLE Frozen breath holding back weight, against the chest seems great stacked like stones Starting softly to see from the third door down the row,reclusive, damage is waiting to show Others in red alert our mind coming on slow, their fear no reflection on our unknowns Peace while in waiting,thoughts flow slow into a reflecting pool,echos beginning to grow Time blown backwards when clocks stopped ticking , simple assessments our only goals Mental evaporation senses left wide open,trying to find the song but only get static from the radio Held back by grogginess looking out from fogginess ,bits of life as viewed through those holes Oh MY I made it,escaped , BUT when will blackness call again,laying low not quite thinking of that other plateau Bolted ,jolted rousing frequently followed by drowsing,hearing as a low hum ,sounds soon forming new tones Nonexistentance now part of the ritual ,for the witness memories are visual,slowly waiting to say hello Perspective has changed, await for thoughts to be rearranged ,senses in collusion with massive confusion,new beginning like waiting for future episodes . R.C. For some it may help to define "Postictal" Tried to keep it just the smaller window that we all experience differently and for longer or shorter times,instead of the whole experince . thanks for reading My best. Rick