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Macabre Dance
20 April, 2003
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)

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The silent white noise
Begins to mumble with life
Speaking words I cannot comprehend

Staring into the void of rythems
That moments before was not there
Hypnotized by my surroundings, I fight

Trying to control my mind and body
As it begins to fall from beneath me
The world melting into nothingness

I struggle to remain
Not consentrating on anything
And still consentrating on everything

My mind rushes forward
As everything shifts into it's patterns
Stomach swirling as the darkness fights for control

I fall slowly to the ground
My body mechanically vibrating
In some violent macabre dance with the sidewalk

Slowly subsiding, I lie there wasted
Exhausted, I feel the eyes on me ..yet again
As I struggle to gain composure from their stares

Tired of my reality
Tired of the endless concern
I sleep till once again "normalcy" returns

------- Author's Notes -------

This is my interpretation of a friends description
of living with epilepsy and how it effects her life

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Comments on this poem/writing:

Crystal (206.214.69.71) -- Tuesday, April 22 2003, 12:10 pm

Great poem!

Dreamer, I really liked this poem, it seemed sort of exotic to me. Loved it.
LinzAy (205.188.208.12) -- Tuesday, April 22 2003, 01:48 pm

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Like it! It's very unique....and i think it describes epilepsy pretty darn good and gives those of us who don't have it a good visual (i think that's the word i wanna use)

Good writing Becky! :D
Roy (64.12.96.71) -- Tuesday, April 22 2003, 03:38 pm

No Words

Truely words for us to know about those that are suffering an affliction
Leah06 (12.232.5.189) -- Tuesday, April 22 2003, 04:02 pm

Dreamer...

This was awsome. The words flowed together almost perfectly (nothing is perfect). This shure painted a pictur for me. Great job. I love this poem.
luc (68.74.145.109) -- Tuesday, April 22 2003, 04:37 pm

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good poem dreamer, another wonderful poem that shows rymhing doesnt have to be there to make a great impact. in fact personaly i beilive more writing like this makes a bigger impact on people, and what a good writer to have done so.. great poem..

and mind the asking.. whats epilepsy?
Becky (63.75.26.100) -- Tuesday, April 22 2003, 10:08 pm

Ryan

You might find lots of information if you use a search engine and look it up
barb (216.123.56.57) -- Tuesday, April 22 2003, 10:36 pm

seeing

dreamer it's nice when somebody sees what people go through.you described it perfectly. the stares that make people feel abnormal. very good insight thanks.
 
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