OUT OF COMMISSION, By Ryan Guiley October 24, 2015
OUT OF COMMISSION
The pressure that exploded,
Partially paralyze and discomfort,
Not able to turn to the left as it folded,
Psychosis took over, a power in my own court.
I kept walking in circle patterns,
Spinning like the planet Saturn,
Disoriented and out of commission,
But stronger than ever perfect vision.
I could hear a hundred miles away,
Moving of vehicles came at a slow speed,
Never able to sleep while I laid,
Fearful to stay alive, as I was in need.
A mysterious van was parked,
I was scare to death of this new mark,
I could not even put numbers in order,
Then I realize, I reach my border.
She was there who watch over me,
Protecting me from the immense trauma,
It was a battle where I choose to fight and flee,
Needing safety and warmth like wool of a llama.
I had multiple strokes underneath,
As I could feel my heart beating fast,
It was like rapid chattering fake teeth,
I’m surprise I stayed alive and did not crash.
Stroke warnings I never knew before,
Why were x-rays not conducted in store?
They knew I was going to the hospital,
I was numb and frozen like a Popsicle.
Five years she took care of me,
Always reassuring me of everything,
Information overload while I was on a spree,
The wind will blow while it shall bring.
She is tearful and my only survival,
Producing offspring to make life revival,
True beauty and one of the fondest,
Four years without her is the longest.