Concussion by Jill Sharon Kimmelman

I didn’t choose to say  

                             yes or no

when a falling lamp knocked me

                to my knees

not a soul beside me on that floor

                           no one to hear my whispered pleas

Placed like a sausage inside a tube

incessant knocking                               

                           relentless pain  

Good news!

        no stroke or bleeding brain


Rest your brain

       I’m trying

Rest your brain sweet child

           tears are a waste

                       now stop that crying

Can you not see me

       can you not hear me

              Im screaming inside

Someone tell me

       Im not really dying

Rest your brain

      rest your brain

           cant you see how hard

                                       Im trying?  

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