Published January 15th, 2024
Featured Poet Contest #3 – First Place
by Beth Greenwood
My body spasms and shakes,
Pain overtakes, my nerves quake.
With despair I rush to A&E,
But they dismiss my seizures, can't they see?
They say it's all in my head,
But the agony is all too real and widespread.
Ignored and misunderstood, I feel so alone,
Functional seizures are no joke, this I've known.
Mind is too numb to care,
As OCD consumes the air.
I only see myself in the cracks,
Of a mirror that constantly attacks.
The world fades away from view,
As obsessions become my glue.
I try to break free, but I'm stuck,
Trapped in a cycle of bad luck.
Eventually it all fades,
This horrible game of charades,
Trying to be fine,
Emotions at a ten or a nine.
Left to see myself in the mirror,
Every crack, a perfect error;
The pain cuts deep, yet I stay aware,
Mind is too numb to care.
Barren trees and icy splinters,
Silence reigns supreme without a whisper,
The world is hushed, devoid of sound,
As snowy landscapes stretch miles around.
In solitude with my own mind I find solace,
Embraced by the stillness, I am at peace,
No distraction, no noise to interfere,
Just silence and snow – so pure and clear.
About the Poet
Beth Greenwood resides in Halifax, West Yorkshire, England.
Read the poet's biography on Beth Greenwood's Artist Page.
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