Pain Of The Physical Kind Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

This affliction is stealing
her mental freedom.
The everlasting nights
might, of unlit, sloth
and darkness
in a patient brain,
with breath as shallow
as a nuns grave....
slave to slow time misery,
gives nothing to thought.

Night guards her tightly,
suppressing shadowy fears.
Could this be the finale?
The final cruelty of existence?
Persistent pain of life
and years.

To sleep, deeply
without dream
or feeling would be
unlikely fantasy.
To crave extinction....
a sweet reality.



Waf