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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Author: jongraylang

Novel Writer, Screenwriter, Filmmaker & occasionally an Actor. Handy with a Sword, Ukulele, and Skis. Author of Nun With a Gun: The Town with No Name, The Matilda, Twistin' Matilda, Black Matilda, and Secret Matilda. Writer of the upcoming Sci-Fi sequel, Waltzing Matilda.

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