#30
Today is not a good day
The way my joints screech
Against each other
One damaged bone grinding
Into the next like unfortunate jenga
I hear sometimes the crackle
Of the degenerate
Or perhaps a crack and crunch
Depending on which limb when
And if my hip is bad so is my back
And neck and knee and ankle
Until i lie in bed begging comatose
When sleep finally takes me
To where the pain only cries
And softly as though in someone elses mouth
And i am at peace.
