Oxymoron Of Trigeminal Pain Poem by NeVada Baker

Just a call, need money
can't work, feel lonely.
Pain acute, everlasting.
Fell from grace

Wife may leave me.
Her burden too tall
because of my fall
I’m losing it all

Pain won’t leave.
Encircles its tentacles
of my orbital cavity
distorting my reality

Throbbing, throbbing
stabbing stabbing,
knife-like attack
cutting away my life

Ah the nerve
of trigeminal pain
taking my life
driving me insane

Pushing the pill
tasting the bitter
aftermath of it.
Oxicotin, can’t quit

It’s the only
relief from pain
but its fall
is greater yet.