‘Phantom Pain’, ‘Phantom Pain’,
Why do I feel it so?
In the leg I do not have,
When will that ‘Phantom Pain’ go?
They say it could last Twelve Months,
From the leg amputated this year,
My Brain says my right leg does not exist,
Will my Brain get into gear?
A phenomenon it is said to be,
That I imagine my leg to be there,
I know that it does not exist,
Why cannot my Mind be fair?
I have to do things differently,
From my wheelchair I shall live my Life,
Remember daily I have lost a limb,
And not give myself more strife.
My ‘Phantom Pain’ has not lasted long,
But sometimes it comes and goes,
Mostly when I expect it not,
Into my Brain it does impose.
Copyright [c] Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] – 22 March 2014.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem