The Trap Of Pain Poem by Panda Broussard

Glare at me, as if I have a choice.
Ignore me, as if I am not worth your voice.
Additional pain comes in my chest.
Sorry, laying down is how the pain is at rest.
I can not enjoy the day,
Neither with anyone or with our kids to play.
No show to fill the void, they all are the same.
No app on the phone or some stupid game.
I hate this, feeling trapped inside.
You could help my spirit more if it weren't for your pride.
Yes you have more stress and things to do,
But how long does it take to say I love you.
If it were you and not me,
I believe I would caiter to your every need.
Not just the laundry or supper at night,
Not just the kids would consume my night.
But for you I would reserve some time.
To help your strength and comfort in this time.
Painfully turning this way and that,
How I hate having to lay on my back.
I miss friends, painting and the day,
I miss having someone to kiss the pain away.
Loneliness comes and goes, my head wants to create me as it's foe.
Breathe in and out, another day has pasted.
How long, forever, will this pain last?
I hate it more everyday.
God is the only thing that helps me in anyway.
I read the devotionals, listen sermons and to praise music sometimes.
The words seem to fill me, it must be devine.
Jesus is my strength, and how I am still here.
I'm fighting inside, whether you see it dear.
My back isn't the only pain I have.
I feel the emptiness from you, you have nothing to give.
Your all used up on better things.
Your job, your kids, your football it seems.
I am in here and you are in there.
How I hate feeling, the no choice, the despair.
Lord, please heal me. Make the pain cease.
I'm begging you because I really need your peace.
Take the pain out of my chest, take the pain out of my back.
Let me stand and move around for one day, without having an attack.
I miss life.
I miss love.
I know you hear me,
My sweet Lord above.