Not A Lot To AskA Poem by Barbara WalkerI'm in such pain, not the scrape your knee kind, where I suck up air between my teeth, holding my knee tightly, swearing, "Oh, s**t!" Not the headache kind, where I rub my temples, shut my eyes and lay down for half an hour.
This pain is the kind, where I clench my teeth, until, I swear, something's going to break and I feel so sick to my stomach, I cannot eat and if I try to do anything, it isn't for long, "Cause, God, I have to lay down and God, I can't take it anymore and God, I wish I could die, cause God, I really, really can't take anymore and I wish I could just go to sleep and never, ever wake up."
I'm in such pain, that that, doesn't seem like a lot to ask. 2004 © 2010 Barbara WalkerFeatured Review
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9 Reviews Added on March 25, 2008 Last Updated on May 28, 2010 AuthorBarbara WalkerLake Havasu City, AZAboutI am retired from the Postal Service. I find I write poetry to help myself through difficult times and I have written many poems in response to the chronic pain I've been living with for over 30 year.. more..Writing
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