Epilepsy Monitoring Unit: Tethered to My Sickness

I was tethered there, enclosed and paralyzed,

Looking through shatter-proof glass.

Nothing and everything reminded me of you.

Through closed eyes my ears ruptured,

Sickened by the never-ending cacophony of alarms

Beckoning help through the hallways of white, sterilized concrete.

A human-pin cushion, held together by wires and hope,

Muscles deteriorating from inactivity and too many seizures,

Waits for nothing and everything.

Nostrils filled with ammonia prompt red lights and sirens,

My subconscious begging for a release-

From the collapse of my psyche and shaking of my bones.

It’s dark here, lonely.

It’s never quiet in the self-made corner of tears, fear and pillow-covered ears.

Waiting in solitude for nothing and everything.