Post-Concussionist

by Vera Quijano

Struggling…

Another tear rolls down

My face, screaming!

Inside my world is spinning

Round and round

Please let me in… 

No, get me out of here.

Strangers calling

No, it’s voices in my head

Pounding, and pressure fills my life

Time dragging on, so slow…

Nowhere to go from here.

Constant burn, and lightning

Strikes my brain

Damaged goods

No longer have a name

Tossing, turning

Why is it so loud in here?

Phantom mind

Who am I? Where’d I go?

Away from home, too long

Vacation La La Land

Poor lost soul

Home is nowhere near.

Flashing lights

Demon visions

Telling lies.

Broken pieces

Random faces

Why the disguise?

Feeling down

Isolated

Where are my friends?

Say I look the same?

Well I’m not the same

Is this how it all ends?

Dazed, confused

Darkness every day and night

Watchman, he’s off this eve again

You’re on your own

No kiss goodnight.

Emotions frozen

Broken heart, no love for me

Tonight I’m on my own again

Walking dead, alone

Why fight this fight?

Flashing lights

Demon faces

Telling lies, lies, lies.

Broken pieces

Blurry vision

Why the tricks? Why the disguise?

Feeling down

Isolated

Where are my friends? What friends?

Say I look the same?

But I’m not the same

This hell… is there no end?

This hell… There is no end!

Stop talking at me!

Your words are loud, and too fast

It’s not that I am dumb

I’m a Post-Concussionist.

Stop talking at me!

I’m trying my very best

I’m sorry my best is not good enough for you

I’m just a Post-Concussionist.

Nice to meet you

What’s your name again?

So sad, unsure

What to do with this?

Can’t find my words

To explain why.

Have we met before?

What’s your name again?

Impaired, afraid

No power, like before

Excuse me, just a minute

I think I’m going to cry

Never mind.

Did you smell the roses?

Or see that sky?

Well I *felt* that sky!

I’m the Lucky One

Post-Concussionist

All I can do is try.

‘Been private messaged

From Above

I’ll soon see The Light.

Still alone

But no longer lonely

One day… I’ll win this fight!

I’m going to win this fight!

Stop talking at me!

Please! Try to be considerate

I can see you just don’t understand

That I’m a Post-Concussionist.

Stop talking at me! Please!

JUST STOP!

The overwhelm… it’s keeping me down

‘Cause I’m a Post-Concussionist.

Patience please

While He restoreth my soul to keep,

or to take away?

I need to rest

Rebirth in Progress…

I’m a Post-Concussionist.