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Poetic Chronic Pain

Why is it that I know pain? Did it target me, thinking I’m the perfect innocent victim? Or perhaps, did it find me a worthy adversary? I lay here, tired, feeling it slowly seep from within me. Soaking back in deep. Burning. Twisting. Stagnant. I can only use my eyes and my mind to escape. I want so much to sleep. I have no where to run, no where to hide. I try to formulate my plan of defense. I ... Read More »