Chronic Foe

pain, misery, suffering, relief

Chronic pain is a roaring monster.

For there is no gain with chronic pain.

I live with this infamous chain and

it is such a darn shame.

The body is it's open plain.

A hunting ground so profound,

invading my soul is where it's found.

Day in and day out I suffer,

I'm so weak that there is no relief for me.

From head to toe I do shiver.

Shooting pain does deliver and

the entire body will certainly shiver.

it's a bitter-sweet nerve ending giver.

With so much agony,

such a dire travesty,

sometimes I want to die 

because you are always with me.

With pain so intense,

I want to run bare-footed in the street,

looking for a cure, I'm  desperately sure.

With breathless endeavor,

I stand alone in the rain,

helplessly trying to endure this pain,

pulsating through the veins.

Put me out of my misery,

take me now, please!

Chronic pain is a roaring monster,

and there is no gian with chronic pain.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Relic]

Each time I talk to my aunt she wants to kill herself because the pain is so bad. It surely is a monster and taken many with its dripping teeth.

[John the Baptist]

This one really brings it home. The descriptive nature of the work does succeed in painting chronic pain as a monster. More than one suicide has been attributed to it. I hope you're not really thinking that way, despite a few references in the poem.

[wordman]

it is bad we must suffer pain everyday.so many labs and doctors that we should have found something to help