Pain


Pain is never kind,
he pinches and pocks
every chance he gets.

He sits on top my head,
hovering waiting to strike.

With a dagger, pain strikes
thundering down my leg’s and back.

Like a storm pain begins rolling in,
it clusters and then moves,
hitting me and slowly emigrating
through every nerve in my body.

I have sat with pain himself,
pain is very intimate and personal,
we have tea and share my bed.
Pain goes where I go,
he never leaves my side.

Pain pretends to be my friend,
but the truth is deeper
than you can know
unless you have meet pain himself too.

© By Amanda D Shelton

Advertisements