SHELL SHOCK

I start to tremble,

and resemble

aspen leaves

in fall's brisk wind

When will the

trembling end?

Start to shake

Like a small earthquake

running along

earth's faulty crease ~

When will

the shaking cease?

Cannot speak,

I feel so weak -

Silence roaring

in my head

Why am I alive,

when they are dead?

Got the trembles

Got the shakes

Got the blues

and I can't talk;

Can't remember,

Can't forget -

all I've seen, and yet

I can't sit still

Can barely walk.....

Shell Shock.

©Christina 5/09

Awarded 13 May 2009