Come and Read
I ache
I hurt
Body sprains
I feel like dirt
Don’t know why
It hurts so
Feels so bad
Will I die?
No!
Pain hurts
Not like dying
But if I need rest
My body ain’t lying.
-wrote this in the middle of a long work weekend. And yes, as of this moment, I ache. Send relief—an ice pack, a numbing agent-ANYTHING!!
Jk, I will manage on my own…
A forty-something from PA. Lives with his father and pet cats (Tyrone, and Captain Admiral President Ninja Master Snuggy). Works part-time as a grocery clerk with the standard greater aspirations of not being a grocery clerk. Writes short stories and poetry when time permits. Other interests include reading, playing video games and revolution. View more posts
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