Never Been In More Pain

A Boy With Roses

Everything was going perfect until the domino fell

Causing a chain reaction

The pain took shape like a toothache with a vengeance

It gradually got worse and then spread like wildfire

I sprung into action and on day four of pain

I was at my wits' end

 

Unable to sleep, unable to think                                                                                           

With my hands tied, unable to work, I was disturbed                         

Howling at the pale moonlight                                                                                       

In agony and suffering

 

The wound won't heal                                                                                                   

The feeling came over me like a heatwave                                                                           

It was the worst feeling ever                                                                                                         

I still haven't recovered                                                                                                   

Even now I can't operate                                                                                                     

I'm like a photocopy of myself                                                                                   

Trying to get through the day                                                                                           

I'm messed up in many ways                                                                                                   

Just when I focus I start to sway                                                                                 

Wanting to spit out the truth                                                                                                       

I feed myself bittersweet lies, lies, lies

 

Expanding like a blood vessel

Ignoring phone calls, surrounded by noise

I feel like I'm a ghost town falling apart like a sandcastle

I've dissolved into nothing

I can't fathom the swelling

I'm drained of energy

Can't move

Can't take the torture

I'm drained from the tenor

Creeping up on me like a nightmare

At the start of the year I never imagined I'd be here

Like a faltering flame in windy places

Unable to sleep, unable to think                                                                                           

With my hands tied, unable to work, I was disturbed                   

Howling at the pale moonlight                                                                                       

In agony and suffering.

 

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 1st, 2020 18:30
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Goddess of the Mist

    This is really powerful and has quite a flow. Even though the subject seems to be frightening, it keeps the reader wanting more. Nice job!



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