My Friend Pain
Got To Love Pain, you can't hate it.
Pain, God damn long term f****ing pain
The type that does not go away
pain in my neck drives me insane
Yet I make through another day
Others just don’t understand
They think it can’t be all that bad
I’m told to take it like a man
All you want are drugs to be had
Pick three vertebrae in your neck.
And jam two knives into the joints
That would make you scream, I suspect
Now add twenty years to that point
Does one ever get used to pain
I’ve heard of mind over matter
It’s just a signal in my brain
Just another nuisance factor
Some days it bothers me real bad
There is nothing I can do
Other days I am simply glad
And things like that don’t make me blue
Why do people seem to tell me,
About what it is that I feel?
It’s my damn pain. Can we agree
And with it, I must always deal.
About the Creator
Mark Stigers
One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona
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