
You're in trouble my old friend,
but your torturer's going to get it in the end.
Your great suffering will soon begin,
and you might fight it but won't win.

There's no reason for you to fear you'll be sore,
because others have suffered before.
And you're suffering won't be in vain,
while you'll likely never be the same,
And the legend, of what's about to happen to you,
will be true.
You're going to suffering a repeated beating,
thrust into darkness while those around you, won't be easily breathing,
and when you're free you'll be left just seething,
but dont' fear, because you're torturer will soon be leaving.
On his way, to suffer his own, form of suffering,
and there's no way around it, and no buffering.

It just has to happen,
despite an occasional flapping,
as the prep, for his torture, has left him emptied out,
until he finds out, what the doctors find.
But you won't mind,
it's what you're built for,
people opening that back door,
at least once a day,
or so they say.

You're still my old friend,
and I'll see you again...especially on Taco Tuesdays.
For someone about to be probed,
to show that they're loved,
despite how they're going to torture my good friend.
About the Creator
Jason Ray Morton
Writing has become more important as I live with cancer. It's a therapy, it's an escape, and it's a way to do something lasting that hopefully leaves an impression.


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