The Last Voice Poem by Cindy Thacher

The Last Voice



A soft voice whispers in my ear
I pretend not to hear,
The voice becomes loud, austere.
losing control, I adhere,
feeling like I disappear
somewhere in the stratosphere,
Several moments, feel like a year
my mind isn't clear,
Why are folks so cavalier
as they watch in fear,
like headlights in the eye of a deer
which way should they steer?
I feel as tho I re-appear
along with many a tear,
When will the stigma disappear?
it was a seizure and Epilepsy is the last frontier.

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