I am pain free today … YEAH!
But, after having been in severe pain for 4 days, the thoughts in my brain are scampering like mice chased by a cat on acid!
Oooh! So many ideas! So many things I could do!
Oooh! I'm distracted and gotta go.
A poem 'inspired' by Fibromyalgia (and wind) …
I Want To Flee
To flee
Into the empty pages
Of the night.
Crushes me
And I cannot
Resist.
The pain owns
My soul,
And me
And wants
To be repaid
In currency
I seem to not have.
So, in agony
I sit puzzling,
Hoping,
Seeking escape
But
Know not
The path,
The means,
Nor it seems
Much else.
What’s best
For us?
I still have
No fucking
Clue.
