He awakes
His stomach quakes
A seizure lurks
Everything hurts
He straps on his brace
There’s a tremor in his face
It’s Day to Day
In fear he lays
He fears mundane things
Because seizures are set off by anything
Running, walking, even breathing
Will cause seizing
Laughing is not cunning
He’s the one with pain forthcoming
Seizures are not a joke
It’s not funny to poke
Day to Day
For everything he’d pay
To have it taken away
It won’t leave him, not for a day
It’s not something he wanted to obtain
It’s something that is untamed
Out of control
It’s burning embers of coal
His nerves on fire
His body tires
At any moment it can strike
It’s hard to remember what hope is like
So please understand
Seizures come, petite and grand
It’s not something to play
He “lives” day to day