Nothing now makes sense and everything feels wrong.
The pain won't go away, and so I sing this song:
I long to sleep, escape it all,
but dreams won't keep, nor silence fall.
Old torments meet me day to day
with hateful greeting ask to stay.
The ice and meds won't touch it yet;
my soul's dreading the full effect:
a body numbed benumbs the mind
the muse is dumbed and hard to find.
The pain continues on, but still my craft I ply
hoping how I fight gives meaning ere I die.
Painful Meaning
Tale Told 