A Bad Night

I wrote this one night, when I was having very bad chronic pain. I didn't mean for it to be a poem.


1. 1

The pain.

It hurts.

I can't sleep.

Too much stress.

I tried to tell them.

They make excuses for me to stay.

They don't understand.

I need time to myself.  


I hate to be alone.

The silence beats into my head, it always has.

But this pain, it burns my insides.

This is a newer pain, but one that I know will stay forever.

I need help, but no one can give me some.

For, this ailment, has no cure.



So much pain.

It keeps me up at night.

Silence echoes off the walls. 

It beats at my brains.

I want to scream.

I cry instead.  


I wish I were dead.  


No. That's not quite true. 

There's a lot of things that I WISH I could do. 

But, I fear that I can't.

The pain. It gets in the way.

It will follow me around, like the nose of a hound, stalking me like prey.

I Can't escape.  


I want to live.

But the pain, I want to end.

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