Just for the record, neither an egg wrap without
meat and onions nor rice cakes with salt make a
difference, sugar is a quick escape but then my
knees and legs become inflamed, no help any-
where, watching time pass oh so slowly while
knowing that only once I get going to find the
right medication will I feel better
Yet the day is unending, the torture goes on and
on, I’m sure I can compete with the best there is
in suffering pain without flinching, all my life I
have been practicing to be a Stoic - but as time
passes I’m losing interest in winning this race,
wanting to feel well all the time - turning into a
hedonist means I want pain to stop immediately
No dilly-dallying, no suffering in imitation of the
Old Testament prophets and Eastern holy men!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem