epilepsy

epilepsy

the scar that adorns his head
crawls behind his ear like a wire.
awkwardly he mentions how it got there;
that he has a piece of his brain missing
due to a surgery he'd had a few years ago.
the melencholy on his beautiful face
is sketched with perfect features
dark eyes that look-on with senstivity.
these eyes wear the fete of disablement.
they are composed, still, and hopeful
like the wizened in the hour before his death.
simply trying to taste it all before its gone.
for this face, i must believe in many lives.
that in next, he will be the pilot.
and be able to dream when he sleeps.