An experiment in creativity
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 thirty-something from PA. Lives with his father and pet cat (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
Studio CreatiV: The Writings and poetry of Dustin Plank