Pain
Drain
A rain of
pain strikes like Cain
All’s
calm then its explodes and you’re lame
Traumas
are silent ghosts that haunt
They
gather until ready to taunt
Strike
with their forks like demons from hell
Seeking
the time and place that’ll ring you like a bell
Time’s on
their side as wear and tear takes its toll
Bill of
living is the journey of discovery with you as Pin Doll
Can’t
fold, you have to walk, bend and hold
At each
step the slender sinews strain as you move bold
Quiet is
your agony to act as though it’s all gold
Strength
is your word as you remember before you got old
But you
know old’s relative to life lived
Embracing
gravity is bound to attract pain livid
You
reason it could be better, but worse too
So you
push on and deride the pain like a ballet dancer in a tutu
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