. Poetry from The Great In-Between: If chronic pain could speak

Monday, April 11, 2022

If chronic pain could speak

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(A lone voice whispers)



Will you please courageously save all your sad tears 


To just welcome me as your majesty 


When I decide to come your way


Do you still want me to hurt you 


When I call to play


Can your tired eyes feel me slowly coming with my marching band 


As they all line up behind me grinning and drumming 


As we slowly creep up your tired spine 


And venture like Alexander the Great 


Into the deeper recesses of your mind 


To gleefully open up all the blackest of doors 


To the darkest of sleepless nights 


It's never too late though


Faith never said you had to walk to me bravely 


Like a poor victim all alone 


Over all those green hills before you start eating 


All those deliciously medicated pills


With no one to help as you fight


Are you strong enough to break through the Dark Zone 


To release all those painful secrets


Tonight


Or will you choose to live a life based on a false alarm 


One that rings whenever you feel my soft touch heralding weakness 


As I tempt you to take more of your endless pharm


My advice to you


Pray for hope to help you cope


Surround yourself with a great circle of family and friends 


For I'm one of the hardest to love


But still, I'll test you


That's one thing I can guarantee 


For I push all known mortal hidden envelopes


As I try to keep you in the corner 


Struggling on the ropes 


Whenever I call by and decide to make you try a drop of me


Just you wait


I'll soon call to visit 


You'll see


Copyright John Duffy 

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