The last comfort of rest
In my bed is denied to me
As pain incrusts itself
In every nook and cranny
Of my decrepit body
Making it a foreplay to hell
Constant pain throbbing
Without any respite
The mattress develops hurtful knobs
Against which my fragility
Finds no defense
The blankets acquire
A sudden heaviness
Insufferable to turn and toss
Stretch and curl
Each second morphs to infinity
Or so it seems in the endless night
To find a senseless position
Where pain stays muted
And not flicker up lapping
Against the sinews and joints
A red hot iron bar crushes
Bones and flesh
Blazing pain radiating
Throughout every breath
To sleep would be a blessing
Pain go away, already
You have stayed too long
Too afraid to take a pill
That could worsen it all
I have to go through it all.
Lucette C. Bailliet
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Wonderful poem Lucette-A powerful mind,can sure heal the body..
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