Christina A. Sharik


Shell Shock Patient
Shell Shock Patient
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.