Pain

Pain

A Poem by HB Rita
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Suffering

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I'm suffering,
You do not understand
Frequent fear of living in pain
eating my brain everyday
I do not know what the future has set for me
I do not know how tomorrow's morning will be like,
I do not know what a day is without pain
How will my bill be paid, uncertain?
Am I losing my physical capacity?
I do not even know
The journey in uncertain darkness increasing my pain levels
No one understand how I am living with pain everyday....
Neither you.

I am shouting with fear
I do not think anyone is listening
I feel I do not have any friends
All the family members have abandoned me
Even the doctors were exhausted changing the medicines
They say, it's working
You say, this is all in your mind
Stand up, walk and run
You don't understand where I'm stuck
You will never understand
I am constantly screaming with pain
I am living in a terrible nightmare.

You do not believe that
I am the one who can only measure the depth of pain
Look at me
Listen to me
I am a poor girl turning in to blue in severe pain
Thinking of uncertain recovery, mental disorder is vulnerable
I know there is no way to cure this pain
I also know that there could be a horrific ending for me
Nevertheless, I want you to give me assurance of being who i am
I want you to reward me
Because I'm brave, I am a warrior
I welcome a new morning every day living with pain
Rush to serve the family in the kitchen
Wash the dirty dish bowls
Keep them comfortable
I do everything with intolerable pain
I do not leave anything for later.

You say steroids, morphine will jump me to sleep
You do not agree that every night I'm tired of sleeping down my sleeves
I go back to nostalgia
I think, who was I one day?
I can not match myself today
I feel helpless
I steam so loud and realize
The pain slowly drilled into me, all the way inside
I call on God
I say, O God! Why me? Why it is only me?
He remained unaffected as usual
Therefore, again I fall a sleep in a mutual understanding with pain
The next morning, you judge me wrong looking at my slimy face
Because you are not aware of the nightmare i just had
You really do not understand;
I spend every night in fear
Carrying the horrible pain in my body everyday,
I realize, the smell of the human body is disappearing....

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© 2019 HB Rita


Author's Note

HB Rita
Echoes of my physical pain that is no longer tolerable to me and people often try to make me calk saying...... YOU WILL BE FINE/YOU ARE GETTING BETTER.

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To live with that amount of pain on a daily basis is difficult for ordinary folk to comprehend. You need to experience some stuff to fully appreciate what it is like to walk in someone else's shoes. You express your pain and frustration so well here.

Chris

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

HB Rita

5 Years Ago

I wrote it when i was in a hospital for 21 days with horrible disease with severe pain 2 months ago... read more
Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

You conveyed that pain well.
HB Rita

5 Years Ago

I am happy that i did. Thanks again.



Reviews

Nothing is quite as demoralizing as chronic pain. It is something that can become overwhelming, leading a person into deep depression. The physical and emotional pain in this one is something almost palpable. I wish I could offer words of comfort, but there are few in the face of such an obstacle. The only thing I can think of is to go within and seek the best that is in you.

Posted 4 Years Ago


great poem loved it i can relate to this poem keep up the good work

Posted 5 Years Ago


When we don't know what to say. The easy answer is you are doing fine and getting better. It rolls off the tongue especially if you have mo skin in the game.
I say when it comes to the illness get junkyard dog mean, and mh dear when it comes to your humanity do your best to hang on one more minute then turn that minute into one more day.

Posted 5 Years Ago


To live with that amount of pain on a daily basis is difficult for ordinary folk to comprehend. You need to experience some stuff to fully appreciate what it is like to walk in someone else's shoes. You express your pain and frustration so well here.

Chris

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

HB Rita

5 Years Ago

I wrote it when i was in a hospital for 21 days with horrible disease with severe pain 2 months ago... read more
Chris Shaw

5 Years Ago

You conveyed that pain well.
HB Rita

5 Years Ago

I am happy that i did. Thanks again.

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Added on March 30, 2019
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HB Rita
HB Rita

Flushing , NY



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HB Rita, ancestors Bangladesh, live in NYC, achieved higher education at Touro College and University in New York. I am involved in New York City public school teaching for 14 years. I am also a well.. more..

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