Like My Shadow

The pain is here, my boon companion,
Rising out of bed with me each morning,
Taking walks with me. It warns me not
To use my car, or climb or even descend
Stairs. It tells me that I shouldn't sleep,
Yet also says I shouldn't be too active.
How I've tired of it, but it seems satisfied
With me, and can't be hushed or shooed
Away. At best, the little pills I take
Reduce it. Still, though smaller sized,
It's pain, and stays with me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-07-24 at 15:12

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