Caught In The Crossfire Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wanting to wake up, having a hard time coming around.

Caught in the crossfire, not understanding, feeling
awful, yet this mind is ready to write into the
morning.

Feeling lethargic, not wanting to do anything, except
go back to sleep.

Don't understand what is going on, yet, pushing self
to continue through this mysterious misery.

Tending to be listless, going through the motions
needed to be alive, even though being dead, I think
would feel much better.