After the severe storm
Wave after wave
Dry heaving, retching
Comes and passes me by,
Leaving me as a wreck, alone
In utter misery,
Bent over
In the fetus position
On she shores of the ocean of pain
Bordered by the endless hours of the night
I barely breathe
Shallow and tentative
Shivering, taunt
Each of them is felt
Bewildered as to the cause
Shocked to its effect
Hoping for sleep release
Cringing against a new assault
An upcoming attack
For war we are waging
My body and I
Will I make it to the morning?
Lucette C. Bailliet
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