Pain Poetry | Drown My Pain, Not My Spirit

drown my painDrown My Pain, Not My Spirit

How odd how perverse that
all which is missed
the routine the humdrum
the week’s shopping list
that I once called painfully,
mind-numbingly dull
seems now like a life
so exciting and full
and here this distorted
reflection of me
not dying not living
just asking to be
not burning not drowning
just one more time free

Written by ©MikeR, chronic pain patient.

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  1. Sarah gowler says

    My poem
    No matter how near
    No matter how far
    You’ll always be here
    In my heart
    Friends forever
    You and me
    That’s how it
    Will always be

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