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Pain Is My Friend

Oh, here comes that pain again.

I seem to have experienced you,

forever, since who knows when.

You are the bane of my existence,

your sour apple of my sore eye.

Why must I continue to endure you?

Why must I? Why?

You come overtly like an imperceptible itch,

and gradually build up momentum,

with an electric spasm or a giant hitch.

An itchy twitch I can't scratch, just bitch.

I attack you with exercise,

calm you with rest,

tried all the pain pills,

failed to the test.

Aspirin, Tylenol, Advil and such.

Baclofen for spasms, a lifetime,

of dosage, not too great a stretch.

Future may require more drastic measures,

Valium, Marijuana, Morphine and such.

OxyContin? You, I will never touch.

Until then, I will endure you daily,

watching you seemingly disappear,

while engaged in something dear,

like writing this poem weekly,

week to week, year after year.

As long as I keep my mind active,

engaged in something mentally strong,

the pain goes into the background,

as if in hiding, all day long.

Only to return when I happen to relax,

hugging me dear like a perennial tax.

Arriving at my doorstep like an old friend,

a friendship I'm stuck with until the end.

Copyright 2019 © Ronald W. Hull

3/7/19

You can read this poem at my website here.