Pain bids
me good night
I go to bed
I wake up
Pain rises
with the sun,
It's been
playing with my dreams, chasing away sleep
Four
letters that are the perfect descriptive for 27 months of misery
Pain is my
jailer and cruel companion,
It reminds
me of our too long anniversary every day
With every
sunset, the count grows heavy over my shoulders, over my soul
It's like a
vice, tight and hot, debilitating and heavy
It's here
keeping me alive enough to keep killing me
It whips me
careful not to completely break me
It exposes
me for everybody to throw stones at me
Pain
It keeps dictating words
It wishes
to wrench loose vowels from my mouth.
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