It begins with subtle shakes
Until it graduates to chest pains
Heart rate ups the pace
Now comes the stomach aches
And no one knows what it takes
To face this, feeling like a basket case
Wish I could erase
Or even contain what’s taking place
The most profane thoughts embrace my brain
Bringing forth migraines
That drive me insane
All positive thoughts wash down the drain
Until all that remains is a broken frame
That displays my very own hurricane….