I have some chronic pain issues. I won’t go into detail accept to say it sucks. I wrote this poetry at four in the morning unable to sleep and feeling like I’m dying. I’m not saying it’s any good. I’m just expressing my feelings any way they come to me.

Death and Pain

Death is a stalker
Pain is his might
Elusive as an echo
Rippling darkly within light.

Pain is My Partner

Dancing with desperation
Tangoing with time
Pain is my partner
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