Various Pains Poem by Ryan Davis

I have various pains,
many of which days are spent
trying to run away from,
but like Olympians on the track,
they run marathons
and successfully catch up,
just to do their mayhem on me.

They suck up any obtain relief,
like a syringe sucks up medicine,
then quiets my calls for help
like a volume know on a TV remote.

They pile up,
and up,
and up,
never letting up,
never letting go,
making sure I'm broken
and left hanging by a thread.