Hard to describe, this pain in my side,

left lower back, when it chooses to attack,

always the same , it’s almost a game,

of pain and tears, nearly shouting in fear

that it’ll never cease, ever leave me in peace,

It’s a knife twisting, you know? Please make it go

So I take to my bed, nearly out of my head….

No moving like that, flat on your back,

TV on and stare, at the daily programmes there,

on offer for you, as you stick like glue

to your bed for a week, in your task to seek

a way of holding your head, to hear what’s said,

about House Sales, and Attic’s,  Cash, and Antiques

Switch off your mind, just stare blankly and find

a way to con the brain, not to feel pain

soon you go numb, maybe just playing dumb ,

the pain eases to bearable, not even swearable,

like toothache it lingers, as you **** with your fingers

but better that way, surely than it was yesterday

and tomorrow?,  we’ll see, maybe switch off the TV?