What do you think this poem is about?

cause and control

a nerve has its own domain
like a territory
when a bone creates a wrong
the nerve begins to run
out of control

an impingement
an erroneous reach out
a right arm screams in pain
stressed out
the mind invents a fabrication
you do not mind it

trace the cause
it's but a nerve, that nerve
that hate.

Submitted: Saturday, May 08, 2010


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