Bane

 

I miss the times I used to have to myself,

writing a letter or reading a book from my shelf.

I always have this unwanted company,

I've begged it to leave, but it won't, you see.

 

It's there when I dine

and when I sit in the sunshine.

It's there when I'm on the phone,

it just won't let me alone.

 

It's my company when I wash my hair,

oh, yes, it's always there.

When I wash the dishes,

it's there against my wishes.

 

I don't know how it has a hunch,

but it's there when I make my lunch.

If, for a second, I think it's gone from sight,

that's when it really shows its might.

 

Who or what is my bane?

My dreary,

dreary companion,

Pain!

 

05/03/03 

Reviews

[Poeticpiers]

Oh My Lady I can relate so well to this but at least I can still feel. Writing is and has been an anodyne for many years.

[Lorraine Pearson]

Pain, memories, they just attack at anytime. We are unarmed when our peace is disrupted by unwanted guests such as this! Brilliant write. I really like this one.
~Lorraiyne