Pain...unapologetic...unyielding.
Darkness bound. A disappearing into relief.
Pain...brewed in agony
Steeped in suffering
Descends
As blinding slivers of misery
Masked in tribulation's light
Assailing your senses
And breathing becomes vicious gasps of flame
It arrives as not so subtle ached pulses
Inviting the torment to increase exponentially
Escalating to horrible cannibalistic bites,
Gnawing at your insides with tiny annoying teeth
Exacting revenge for you know not what
Unapologetically it begins to roar
Through your body like a raging forest fire
You try to find a suitable way
To position your poor suffering body
To ease the trauma to your soul
Sitting up hurts, lying down makes you scream
Being prone multiplies the red hot agony
Resting your back against the wall
Is a painful lesson in extreme suffering
There is no energy to stand
You wonder if death has suddenly
Entertained a warped and evil desire
For you to keep it company...eternally
Like a silent blackhearted avenging sickled angel
It stands waiting, patience he has in abundance
Pain killers...maybe they should just complete the job
Kill me now...but the devil knows you are not prepared
Not ready for the beyond or the below
So he just tortures you...laughing, enjoying your torment
Sleeping pills...yes they might be the answer
But...
What if I don't wake up there in my bed
But on a soft cloud somewhere above
In the blue azure beyond
Free of pain. Maybe that would be best!!!
You sit immobile for a long time...
The pills are finally kicking in
And though they only mask the pain
They feel heaven sent
Darkness beckons...a welcome relief draws nigh
Pain, or no pain...
Your body gently leans toward your pillow
And you...forever grateful for the invention of pills
Trusting your fate to the angels of mercy
Welcomes sweet relief...though temporary
As Your entire pain-filled being...
VANISHES into sleep.
To sleep, perchance to dream of beautiful painlessness.
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True story. The road to healing is paved with many faces.
About the Creator
Novel Allen
You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. (Maya Angelou). Genuine accomplishment is not about financial gain, but about dedicating oneself to activities that bring joy and fulfillment.




Comments (8)
You've captured the unbearable weight of pain with both brutal honesty and beauty.
I'm so sorry you're having all this pain 🥺 Sending you lots of love and hugs Momma ❤️ Hope you feel better soon
Gurl I'm sorry that pain continues to visit you.Tramadol helped dial down my pain. Have you tried it? Ice may help as well. You beautifully combated that pain with your pen. To be able to develop and deliver such a stunning poem while being in immense pain is beyond miraculous. May these painful days vanish for good, swiftly. Praying heavily for your complete healing and peace of mind. Sending a big hug of comfort. Lord Jesus please minister to Novel. May you send your angels to comfort her right away. Amen
Pain... Sometimes, when I say nothing, I am feeling... I respect you too much to minimize your truth. Pain... Been there, done that, celebrate every time it leaves. I send heartfelt thoughts... prayers that what you need most you receive.
nicely written-that relief from any excruciating pain-mental or physical-is so divine
Superbly written!!! Terrific line, "And though they only mask the pain."
Agh, pain. I truly hope you are feeling better and the darned pain vanishes...disappears like the horror which it is. Pain well described.
The metaphors you have chosen suit pain perfectly. Well written, Novel