Think I've been collared by demons of pain,
Flaming heavyweight iron collar,
Got me again,
Weighing me down,
It's ripping in gripping,
Is making me sad,
Not far from crying,
Dying would be relief,
Would give a whole lot less grief!
Neck and shoulder takes it again,
It's killing,
Not thrilling,
As raging spasm tugs,
Pain's blunt,
Head stuck in transit,
All I can do is sit!
By ladylivvi1
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