Concussion Poems - Poems about Concussion

Not a poem, a message for the love of brains, yours and your loved ones. Most doctors don’t know about this as conventional medicine is still catching up with traumatic brain injury. This recipe attacks the inflammation, helping to prevent an all out fire, an inflammation cycle from starting, preventing Post Concussion Syndrome from...

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My Brain is on Fire My Thoughts are blacken and cracked My Soul is trapped in a mire My Body feels racked I am forever changed Am I forever lost? I am forever deranged Am I knowing the true cost? Oh God, what is the plan Why could I have not been hit harder? Oh God, I do...

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No One can see the tears in my eyes For I wear dark glasses No One knows my true demise For I feel my life is blowing ashes The driver behind me did not pay attention I doubt he thought how it would forever change my life The driver what was his intention I doubt he...

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the free state is actually not free casting my line into the many manipulations worked by dust devils and hierophants gambling their grunt wages on my young ass like cowboys on a cattle free vacation unwelcome by all rational standards it's a new skill set for those complicated shadows and their thistles and thorns tearing at the flesh hounds snuffing and baying and...

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Filterless~ Cranked ***...

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exposed nerve grinding away ...

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Endless percussion thumping away with no time to say stop talking so much stop banging away “Concussion” Tuning out the banging noise rat a tat tat, endless rifts with nothing to say, no fluidity, noise without end, no musical interlude exit the concert to let my brain mend “Concussion” Everyone complains that is normal that...

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.....Nothing there is nothing there. Im not saying im stupid just at the moment nothing is going throught my brain. was that a thought running thought my head?... nope its gone. I cant remeber what I am supposed to be doing. Normally a whirlwind of thoghts, A blaze of pictures whisper of voices, kaleidoscope of emotions millions of alternative theories, All racing through my mind at...

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Forgive me my loved one for I have violated you, a backlash of reaction I don’t know what to do. A lashing at what I deserved just the same, all of what I am in trauma and insane. Last night in my dreams your anger flashed in my head, you so enraged with fury, I’m better off dead. You must realize...

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