JENNIFER PACANOWSKI
THE SICKNESS
I call it my sickness.
As if it was a cold.
With enough rest, vitamins, fluids and cold medicine
I can cure it or the virus will take its course and Be gone.
So...I lay in my bed.
My mind eats away at itself.
Hours upon Hours I can't seem to shake my sickness.
Soon I think, it will just go away.
I lay in bed.
Hiding.
My mind searching for reasons to get up.
My bed is my hole.....I'm safe here.
Is someone
Something
Somewhere
Hiding.
Waiting to GET ME?
Will it, Shoot Me, Blow up my Vehicle, KILL my friends,
KILL my fellow soldiers and marines???
What's that sound?
Are they here?
Did they break into the perimeter?
What is that whistling sound?
Why can't pulling the covers over my head make the nightmares go away?
Protect me.
Where is my M16, my baby, my life.
WAIT.
I'm home.
No M16.
No I.E.D.S, R.P.G.s and small arms fire or the bad guys.
No now, the enemy is my sickness.
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JENNIFER PACANOWSKI |
