Hi my name is Chris. This is a painting I based off a poem I wrote called Darkness. The painting is the same title. I wrote the poem to describe what it is like to have epilepsy and go through a seizure. Down below the poem I wrote that is based this painting off of. It is one of my favorite poems I have wrote and this is one of my favorite paintings I have done.
Darkness has begun to take over my mind.
Everything in my body starts to unbind.
Stars high above me starts to disappear.
My face is lined with falling tears.
I fill people around me with fear.
All that is in my eyes is a glassy glare.
My body is lying down on the ground starting to shake.
From this will I ever be able to escape?
I live in fear at the start of each day.
Why am I feeling so astray?
At times I feel like I am such a burden.
Can anyone lift this iron curtain?
I feel so bad for making people constantly worry.
It always hits me in such a flurry.
Will this darkness finally be taken over by the light?
Is epilepsy’s end in sight?