A Beautiful Mess


Friday, June 27, 2008; 12:00 PM
On Pain

I used to think pain, was something to endure and someone in pain was worth a courteous sympathetic frown. i would walk past, and of course preach from my high horse.

but when it hurts to move that foot.
when it hurts to not move that foot
that pulsing throbbing pain.
that ebbs through my veins up to my brain
pounding with the vigour of my tired obese heart.
it plagues my sleep.
it haunts me awake and renders me useless and
at prey to this.. this..
this unfamiliar pain.
it has reached a point where i have trouble sleeping.
and all the doctors tell me to sit tight.

pain.
pain.



it hurts.



i'm so sleepy.yet i cannot sleep.


posted by Apple Bapok


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