The first is red:
it's a dizzying scarlet
that swirls and wraps around
your forehead.
Most of the time
it is red, and only red.
Yellow is trouble:
it signifies the confusion.
A mustard-gas haze
as you can't regain
equilibrium.
The Blue:
clouds everything.
While teeth bite down
your muscles clench and
release. This is
where the ringing begins,
a colorless sound
disorients
as they raise you to your feet.
Purple:
completes the rainbow.
The bruising pain
that pulsates
can't be cured immediately by the ice
that melts into water and
trickles
down your spine.
Tommy...
ReplyDeleteThis made me shiver. Really it did.
I have never had a Concussion, but my brothers have and it's a scary thing.
The way you describe it in colors...it's amazing.
This poem is beautiful... and haunting.
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