The Petit Mal It’s a feeling that comes over me; It takes me unaware. It grabs me when I’m vulnerable And loaded down with care. At first it’s just an aura, A sense of deja-vu, And then it just takes over me Till I don’t know what to do. A strange taste comes in my mouth, Memories spin round my head; I seem to go all blank and void; Don’t even know what I just said, But I forget it’s even there If I don’t think about it, Because with everything I’m trying to do I could really do without it! Serina Devonshire Date unknown