The Monstrous Fiend That Plagues Me!

The Pain in Pain…

They ask me to describe my pain;
Explain to them how it’s a drain.
Enlighten them on how I feel
To justify that it is real.

How many doctors have I seen?
The pain has now become obscene!
So dreadful that it makes me cry!
So constant - that I want to die.

Relentless is this monstrous fiend
For in my life it’s intervened
In ways that still the lightest heart -
By means that tear my world apart.

So off to doctors I must go,
And seized in pain I have to show
Them all what ails my every move;
With hopes my health might be improved.

But they write ‘scripts’ that make me sick.
They carry an imposing kick
That make me feel far worse than well –
A dreadful space in which to dwell…

They order tests that say I’m fine;
All’s normal!  Everything’s in line -
And yet they see by visual means
There’s something wrong within my genes.

So thus, I suffer every day.
I wake up in the same old way;
A little worse – a stronger twinge.
With dawn, anew - I shrink and cringe.

My precious hours are spent in bed.
My feet don’t work!  I'm filled with dread
At what needs done… what I can’t do -
With little help to see me through.

I do my best to fill my time.
I pay the bills - I pen my rhymes.
But I can’t work!  Nor can I hike!
Two joys in life I really like…

So I lay here in prayer to cope;
Awaiting cures with fervent hope.
They best be quick!  I’m sinking fast.
I want this pain part of my past!