The Toothache Poem by Randy McClave

There is a pain that is attacking my brain
With agony throbbing and torment,
It brings tears to my eye, I sit and cry
As my pain becomes ever more frequent,
I cannot sleep so instead I weep
While I try to find solitude and peace,
But it never arrives and not to my surprise
So my pain and agony it will not cease,
With my every breath, I wish for my death
Which is not an exaggeration, but the truth,
All because of an infection from my rejection
I should have been more caring in my youth,
When my heart does beat, or when I eat
I then learn more of excruciating pain
I begin to moan and then I let out a groan
Now I feel like that I am going insane
Every moment that I am awake, I feel the ache
Though to curse me of my past when I was uncouth,
Now I must pay the price, pain is my sacrifice
All because of my decaying rotting little tooth.

Randy L. McClave