My Senses 3 and a Bit

This poem is true of me. Without disclosing details of the incident itself I will say that after a serious bang to the head around two and a half years ago I have no sense of smell. Due to the fact that it is a brain trauma it will never return.


I can see and I can hear
I'm lacking in sense of fear
But it exists when I'm up high
When I'm scared  'cause I can't fly

My sense of touch means I can feel
When wounds hurt and when they heal
You can hurt me physically
You can hurt me emotionally

Yet smell you I cannot
It's a sense my brain forgot
The tissue's swollen on my brain
I will never smell again

Smell has made it's wedding vows
Liives with taste in sensual house
Taste is widowed by smell in me
It's there... but not wholly

So I tell you of my senses three
And a fourth that is there partly
But I am absent a whole
Smell no longer has soul

My sense of smell has deserted me