The storm hitsWashing upIt’s harsh tideBringing with itPain and fearThe onslaughtCould continueNever endingA hummingA swarmOf angry waspsHovering close aboveWeary ofIt’s stingI’m tiredTired of this shitTired of itFor my sonsTired of itFor meI’m learningEven ifEven whenIt doesn’t stopI must learnTo …