Pain
“Perhaps what I write will be considered cliche,
But in the moment, it’s wholesome.
And I think capturing that moment, is what this is all about.”
The blemishes on my face, are actually blisters
They’re not just on face, they cover my entire body
Like a warzone
My throat
Everytime I speak, my voice is hoarse
Everytime I cough, I feel like I’m swallowing needles
My heart,
More mechanical than flesh
A feeble attempt to fix what is now broken
It’s been almost a month now
I’ve gotten used to most of the pain
But it leaves me wondering
Why, have I been left in such a chronic state
Is this Heaven’s Reprimand?
So must surely, the punishment fit the crime
There is no escape
Not even death, the final bliss
Can reprieve a man from his penance
My only distraction is thinking about
You