this text is little more than the reality I experience at the close of every day. this is not conceptional pain, but the real stuff that I live with. Surgeries and therapy. No complaints, just explaining life as it is.


i cannot tell you
the depth of stinging pain
that seeps to the surface
of my neck in the rain.

no worries,
just take more pills,
look at the dosage,
and laugh at the 'recommendation.'

leaning backwards,
and twisting side to side;
this neck fails any test
of ability to bend.

so, the night feels sleepy
as the pills takes hold.
no dreams of reality,
not even the cold.

Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2010-06-21 at 06:57

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Paine is a fact , of life ,
Not complaining no point ,
Tacking so many pils ,
A rattling noise is herd ,
At least , writing can help ,
Ease it some

I hope that some day Morpheus , your pane will go away.