An aching body racked with pain...
Shows off it's negativity to life's disdaine.
Pain does shoot through out this body's own frame...
This pain is sharp as a fast spreading flame.
Soreness in neck and back and hips...
Brings forth an ouch! delivered from these own two lips.
I walk bent over from side to side...
Arthritus in this body, from others, this pain is hard to hide.
A gaite walked barely able...
Shows a tenderness of the spine, that's displayed as like a construction crane's own broken, snapped cable.
This walk is as if taken, while walking softly on a ground of eggs...
The only helping amnesiac of the brain and body's pain, consist's
of only a beer filled keg.
Too many pills, that which are all daily swallowed...
Is a constant reminder, of what is medically allowed.
A prayer sent up to Heaven, is what should be sent..
Finally-many days in pain, was my body, well too often angrilly
spent.
Pain and a sorrowed anger is usually the daily spent, meth'...
Which will only end in my much yearned, ever wanting, final day's ending death.
No more saddened, painful-pill popping days...
No more painful suffering ways.
This is the final peaceful end...
Ah, at last-Amen!
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