We can’t escape pain, take a number
Your time will come
Like a rod that hits you from behind
Surrendering breath
Willing her way in
Wringing you out like a damp dish cloth
Gnashing her teeth on fibrous bone
Torched, left to fry
Pain sears indelibly
She can leave as quickly as she came
Others, she lingers
Take of her, don’t let pain
Be lost on you
Go forward, give away the good
That remains
Honor renewal, share the hope you thought you’d lost