Pain
He hurts.
Alone in bed,
late at night; always pain.
Can't move, can't turn, this can't be right.
He must keep fighting, can't give up the fight.
Trying to think, or even dream;
doesn't work, pain gets worse.
Fighting till dawn,
He hurts.
mn - 2008
Dedicated to our son, Dave.
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RICTAMETER -a nine line poetry form. The 1st and last lines are the same with the syllable count as follows:
Line 1 - 2 syllables - same as line 9
Line 2 - 4 syllables
Line 3 - 6 syllables
Line 4 - 8 syllables
Line 5 - 10 syllables
Line 6 - 8 syllables
Line 7 - 6 syllables
Line 8 - 4 syllables
Line 9 - 2 syllables - same as line 1
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Comments: 16
Rage even.
The rictometer sounds like a poetry form from hell - I couldn't carry a thought with this format in the back of my mind. Great job, Marylin!
I trap myself from moving with pillows..that helps but before the one pain pill I get to take, I would grind my teeth from the pain. That one pain pill gets me more that the 3 hours I used to get. YEA!
Heather - I know what you mean, I do the "pillow thing" too, that's the way I can sleep, but having no insurance (me), also means having to pretty much avoid Dr's, unless I "really" have to go to one. Same with medical tests. That one pain pill you take at least gives you some relief, but it sure doesn't sound like enough.
Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers.
Lora,
God has blessed him - repeatedly. He's alive and he's still got his leg.
Marilyn
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