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Trouble

by Dana E Brossard

Pain twisting and knotting,
My back screaming in anger,
Fire that flows through me.

Pounding and hammering,
My head reeling in torment,
Thunder crashing inside me.

Sleep, I do grasp for it,
Rarely though I capture,
The sweetness desired.

Though when I do,
Nightmares of terror,
Horror that fills me.

So sad, so tired,
The pain and ill,
Feel well, I do not.

04/06/2004

Posted on 04/06/2004
Copyright © 2024 Dana E Brossard

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Maureen Glaude on 04/06/04 at 06:35 PM

so sad to have returned home to suffer in a different way, perhaps the effects or your ordeals? It's a crime, it really is. Strong poem.

Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 04/08/04 at 12:06 AM

the form in this piece is tight and immaculate... you have expressed your emotions thoughtfully and forcefully... oh dana, thank you for defending us and i pray for your peace of mind, body and soul... blessings...

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