Something wicked this way comes
My body aches with pain
Not self inflicted with demon ***
But through the weather and the rain
The storm has taken down a tree
I stay inside and pray
There's a storm on fire inside of me
Will I make it through the day?
Arthritis wracks my body whole
And the cold just makes it bad
Free from pain, it is my goal
I can't remember last I had
A day so free and without ache
Drugs just numb but do not heal
I lose control when pills I take
I don't like just how I feel
The rain moves down the window pane
Liquid, lanquid and so quick
To be so sore it is my bane
It is not the life I picked
The storm is over, but not in me
Each day, it starts anew
I face the test with a new plea
I do the best that I can do.
Oct 27, 2012
Oct 27, 2012 at 12:22 PM UTC
Something wicked this way comes
My body aches with pain
Not self inflicted with demon ***
But through the weather and the rain
The storm has taken down a tree
I stay inside and pray
There's a storm on fire inside of me
Will I make it through the day?
Arthritis wracks my body whole
And the cold just makes it bad
Free from pain, it is my goal
I can't remember last I had
A day so free and without ache
Drugs just numb but do not heal
I lose control when pills I take
I don't like just how I feel
The rain moves down the window pane
Liquid, lanquid and so quick
To be so sore it is my bane
It is not the life I picked
The storm is over, but not in me
Each day, it starts anew
I face the test with a new plea
I do the best that I can do.
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