In the morning I wake
and the pain is there to remind me
that I am broken
with no hope of escape
Simple things like picking up a glass
or cooking a meal
or even typing a passage
burn to the core
Nothing I can do to calm it
No painkiller removes it
nothing deadens its voice
as it screams its rage
Others have it worse
and I remind myself
but knowing that my walking days are numbered
chews away at the center of me
Ha, ha, ha, I laugh.
Nothing to see here
But the useless remnants
that continue to exist
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