Poetry

Seizure

Twist and turn 
On the stone cold floor
Watching you suffer
Pains me to the core
When it can't be helped
And there's nothing to be done
When I cannot help you
The tears never cease to run
You'd think after 4 years
I'd have learned that this occurs,
But with self-made water in my eyes,
I can see only streaks and blurs,
When your muscles lock right up
And your limbs contort and curve
When I have to comfort myself,
And gather up my nerve,
When I'm scared it's over,
When I'm scared that you might leave,
Giving me just one more thing, 
To cry about and grieve.