A woeful tale of pain and lack of sleep. One I’m sure many can relate to.
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I dance with pain tonight.
My relentless foe is back.
Each move, a scream of icy knives,
as dreamless sleep I lack.
*
It’s a familiar cotillion.
I’ve been coming here for years.
Instead of diamonds and roses,
my adornment tonight is my tears.
*
The hot ache of painful muscles:
The cold steel of pain in my bones.
I plead for him to stop twisting me about so,
but on deaf ears falls my sad, pitiful tones.
*
The medicine has been taken and
the hot shower has been done, too.
Now I wait for oblivion to take me,
so my dance partner will fade away too.
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