MY PAIN

                        MY pain, I stand, I lay, I walk, my pain not a game but a lot of pain.

         Burning tingling sharp stabbing sensation, no special time of the day. Meet my stockier his name is Pain. He doesn’t knock or call not even a text or heads up. He just shows up. We had one blind date and I turned him away because he only plays games, that relates to pain. He inherited from his family and must live up to his name Pain. I do not need you Pain!!
          I am looking for Comfort and Pain is not welcome in. I made pace with him he still comes back every morning and night. I threaten him, drug him, I even drown him and he is still alive. I am going to fight with everything I have my pillow my blanket and my hot pads. He’s coming I can feel him, as I lay my left leg shaking, aching, burning like fire.  “Please give me a break”!! I am begging you Pain. Spasms, after spams please stop stabbing!! Can’t lay still feeling Ill caught in his trap. The thought to cut you off will only bring your brother with the same ugly mentality and his name is also Pain.