Ergotamine scrunches up the pain in my head,
while leaving pain in neck, shoulders and feet
intact, if the cause is negative thought then the
pain will return, but if the cause is inflammatory
cells the situation will get worse forcing me to
seek help from the most dangerous group with
a license to kill out there
The medical fraternity so well represented by
House as a modern Sherlock Holmes - in the
TV series where killing the patient's the only
way to determine what's wrong with him and
Munchhausen syndrome is a prime suspect-
my problem is food setting a smouldering fire
alight in my head: all illness is psychosomatic
In origin, a guru claims, smiling benevolently
at mankind; all pain stems from our thoughts
which explains why I feel better thinking that
at least I'm not in the Second World War, not
to be tortured and martyred for a good cause;
at least my thought process causing physical
pain does not lead to people punishing me
For my inability to stop feeling unwell and
THIS is a feel-good thought….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem