One Victim Among Many
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Before me, faces wear an angry stare,
and chills now travel up and down my spine.
Transfixed, immobile, my eyes soon declare
the people there had surely crossed death's line.
Those faces, I have seen back in my past;
an EMT, I watched them pronounced dead.
My tension grows, tormented and harassed,
by visions that appear outside my head.
They point their fingers, and I know not why.
I feel accused and crouch down to the floor,
quick shut my eyes, as if they would comply
to go away; then open- there are more.
Hallucinations- now they come with ease-
my mind- possessed by Parkinson's disease.
March 10, 2018
Contest: Bubble Of Illusion
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
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Fictional, written in the first person - but based on the true
manifestations of a family member with Parkinson's.
With Parkinson’s disease- psychosis, visual hallucinations,
and delirium are common.
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2018
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