The incredible stabbing pain
Coursing through my groin
Burning as with flames
Eagerly licking the dry wood
Growing higher and hotter…
Thinking is muddled
As distraction is impossible
No measure of stillness
No medication can calm
The overwhelming sensations…
I cannot hide the grimaces
Moans escape on their own
For I am not aware that I made them
As the searing knives slice my flesh
And the ice picks pierce through…
Tears are not falling
Dry eyes hide the truth
That which is hidden from sight
No image depicts the war
That wages within…
If only the pain
Could be captured on X-ray or MRI
To be shown as the cruel dictator it is
The thief that has taken so much
Yet is never satisfied with its spoils…
To hope for a less painful tomorrow
Not knowing what will come
Grasping for breath to attempt to dispel
The downward spiral
Of a body out of control…
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