PAIN

If I was asked to measure the pain I feel
I would have to honestly and truly say
In the most eloquent of mannerisms
"I wouldn't be in this office
Dressed in a paper gown that was made to fit a ten year old
Forced to sit on this paper roll
That had a past existence of sanding down redwoods
Just to say that I have a pinch of pain in the left corner of my little finger"
No!
This isn't an attempt to bring back the graceful strides of a pimp
Or to try to gain sympathy playing the role of the cripple or gimp
This shit hurts!
And I can understand the protocol of procedure
By assessing and analyzing the cause of the problem
But for right now, treat me like a fiend on smack
And tap that needle right into the depths of my arm
And let me sink into the cold numbness like the Titanic
I'm just saying!

Writer's Challenge #3 >> FEAR

One of my friends asked me to write about a word that truly shakes me at times. Enjoy.

As a child, my gaze remained on the floor

In hopes to not have contact with a world

In which I thought I should not have existed

As a child, I used to have conversations with myself

Cause no one else seemed to want to

Or even showed any amount of concern

As a child, instead of playing with friends

I found myself in the corner of the playground

Listening to the playful sounds of Life

Call me anti-social

Or socially awkward for that matter

Cause for the life of me

I selfishly took it upon myself

To erase any notion of myself

From the equation

I've never thought of myself to be great

Or had any strong or weak possibility to be such

I was stuck on the bottom

Only to catch a glimpse of a speckle that dawned upon me

The one or two times that I did look up

And when forced into a lead position

I found myself in a state of damnation

Cause here was little ole me

Forced to handle the responsibility

That would would result in people either liking me

Or condemning me with their insults and unpleasantries

My wife always says that I was never one to intimidate

Here I was bigger than most

Only to whisper in low tones

And gently maneuver my way out situations

My worst enemies were the intangible thoughts

Of invisible critics

Whispering their most destructive descriptions

To non-existent listeners

Except for little ole me, of course

I mean someone had to listen, right?