I cannot show you , you cannot see ,
the searing ,burning,pain in me,
I wish you could ,oh how I wish I could.
These hands that throb with each bend and touch,
the throb that vengefully,bites deep and tears
flooding my arms with a shearing stabbing pain,
that knows no relief...yes it hurts .
This back and leg ,that cries with each step and
even no step,just weight. The knife stabbing
in the sole,the twisting tormenting,unrelenting
pain that grabs buttock,shin and thigh, interrupting
sleep,pleasure,day to day chores...yes it hurts .
The colours ? Grey,black,muddy brown,yukky green,
The sound ? Out of tune,grinding on the ears,
The feel ? Unremitting ,twisting,like an over etended
muscle,; burning ,like a hand burnt by oven,
a finger caught in a flame; crushing ,like a bear hug
you'd rather not know .
I cannot show you, you cannot see,
the pain in me ….but yes it hurts .