Sweating through the night, waiting for dawn
Grandpa pads circle the island
Stiff with pain, worrying about nothing
Will I ever be home again?
And that means everything

Fears mount, chest pain
Nights in the hospital again
Too much stress, nothing wrong
Prescription drugs, I do not call
A massage will relieve it all

Dry mouth, anxiety mounts
I count the nights
189 since I left
24 more til I close the door
On those night sweats

Published by Kathy

Kathy writes novels set on cruise ships and other travel locales, writes and produces dance music, and likes to imagine life as a DJ.