This incessant dull thud of pain
tries to weaken my resolve
yet I wear it's badge of conduct
no matter how it tries to break my soul

The pain killers try to hold it a bay
but as the pain stops it's just a delay
for this creeping assassin
will wait, then have it's own way

It's daily task is to bring me down
to break what life I have left
it pitches it's tent close to me
reminding me it will never leave

It breaks my sleep
tears down my dreams
is this the way I go
in adjective pain it seems

This is not the first time
that it's cold thin fingers
have reached within me
but it could be the last

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris