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?
Oct 12, 2010
Oct 12, 2010 at 2:47 PM UTC
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?
LadyP © 2010
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