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Poetry: Suffering

The Pain Today....

It gets worse every time
The new feeling that I found
The agony within me
That comes when your around

I wish I knew what to do
To keep these wolves at bay
It's more then just my stomach
Driving me in so many ways

More then just frustration
In coping with the pain
Like razors in my belly
That are making me insane

I buckle over with disgust
For I did it to myself


I should know better the to take
Expired aspirins from the shelf

My body aches now every day
My joints and head do throb
Doctor warned me not to mix
And now I feel like such a knob

I believed I was above the truth
And dealt with the pain on my own
Now I spend more then half my days
Parked apon the porcelain throne

Work is getting difficult
Creeping up and down the stairs
And if I move to suddenly
I will need to change my underwears

Go right ahead and laugh at me
I deserve every one of those snickers
But when you take lots of pills
Do try to avoid the harder liquors

Now my body trembles so
With all the passing days
Migraine headaches and shaking hands
Growing more vicious in so many ways

What doctors tell you is usually true
And one should heed their every word
For now I ache from every where
I feel like such a bloody turd.

Thanks for reading and have a great day.




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