In The Day At Night

 Several years ago I wrote this poem to help cope with the chronic pain I suffer with. It's something that has been developing into a worse more painful state over the years and my thoughts about my pain started becoming more haunting with each passing day I find it harder to suppress these thoughts but through writing I've been able to pull them little by little and splay them on to digital paper.

This poem won a contest many years ago. If you relate like others did please feel to reach out, I'd be happy to chat to others suffering from chronic pain.

In the day- Pale light descends on my unable body

A tear, a well known adversary,  journeys down my cheek And the mantra, a foe, arises on the new dawn in the forefront of my mind "Cut your legs off and the pain will vanish." The Mantra Proclaims 

The tear which traversed my cheek to greet my neck, drips in agreement 

Tomorrow the sounds of the birds will appear, pale light with descend 

And the adversary will journey the plains of my flesh once more I only pray the foe will not return 

At night- I cradle my last tear and pity thy fear

Upon me is a dark voice of endless emptiness It snarls, brushing its finger over my cheek

And I let out a sigh, feeling stupidly high

The end is neigh but can I say goodbye? The shake of its head, its knee protruding into my bed and I'm led by them into the eternal darkness- I dare not look back at my broken carcass...




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