The pain won’t stop.
It stabs at me, and stabs at me continuously.
I can’t eat much for fear of the pain.
The pain is only dulled when I’m empty.
It has raged inside me for a year and a half.
It has ebbed and flowed through the months.
Like a thunder storm crashing,
and screaming within me,
The pain lives in my center
and speaks when it chooses
This terrible intense sensation owns me
It is the master and I the slave
When will it stop
Please stop, please stop
I have no choice,
all I hear is it’s voice
Twisting, gnarled, growling
I must take the potion
so long denied by the higher powers,
Only granted so recently
How cruel those professors of anatomy
If they lived with this raging demon of pain
they too would beg for a potion to dull it’s roar
The elixir does not quiet the voice of pain
it still whispers in my core
only dulled for a short passage of time
how I long for when the pain is no more