The pain doesn’t ease
it just slips my mind,
numbed by distraction
that I so desperately find.
Each morning starts
a little worse than the last
and each night ends
just out of my grasp.
The strength that I need
just to get through the day
seems weaker each moment
as I keep the pain at bay.
No drink nor drug
will ever help subdue
the ache in my bones
created by you.
Autumn Siders 