underneath bone
lurk the shadowmen
thrusting their lancets
at clusters of nerves
neuropaths in extremis
declaim to the brain
of unbearable pain
mortal wounded they
die by micrometers
slowly too slowly
torn axon from axon
unbundling themselves
naked raw and exposed
retrograde destiny
plagues perpetuity
brainwaves defend
themselves conjuring
any distraction but
pay psychic price
living nightmares
dredging dark
channels hallucinate
operas of terror
twist spasms of mind
in irrational shapes
of a misery no one
could plan to endure
dual torments of
body and mind make
a man become fiend
Colors they form me
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a fitting circumstance for a designer
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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It can happen to any of us! Great work!
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indeed it can
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On a lighter note the slightly torn muscle in my back from over-exercise doesn’t seem so bad after reading this. That aside, I have rarely read words of such power.
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my exercise days are over, but I do have the occasional sneeze that will throw out my back
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Powerful . . .
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I’m glad that you thought so, Peter
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So accurately portrayed pain and suffering; reading, I nod, “yes, I know”. (By the way, I sent you a new email address–no need to reply, but it may have gone to spam like last time, so you might check…)
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found the mail & sent a reply – thanks dearly, Figgy
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Thank you–yet again!
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For sure!!
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sadly so
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Really really liked this one, my dear Paul.
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so very glad that you do
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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I know it wasn’t precisely your subject, but this reminds me to be grateful for the past fourteen months without the migraines that plagued me almost daily for twenty years!
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that deserves one very loud hallelujah
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