As I sit here waiting.

Anticipating the coming hours.

The next prompt. That births each one.

My nerves grating, my stomach aching.

My hands and body shaking.

The second hour in, I’m physically sick.

Headache approaches, in the third.

My mind teetering.

Taking the time, to get the words down.

Get them, to the people who need them.

The question lingers, who will read them.