Dish water film screen rolls over the eyes
Holding ones breath til the pain subsides
Sensory processing put to the test.
Praying for sleep or at least for some rest.
A sharp pain forged from a fire deep inside
Throbbing and stabbing on nerve ends it rides.
Feel sick to the stomach, can't catch a breath
Skin feels on fire, yet it's soaked with sweat.
Hail Mary, our father pray for relief
Wait for the light of the morning to peep.
Somehow there's hope in the light of the day
Removed from the realm where night terrors play.
Copyright © Joe Murphy | Year Posted 2015
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