I share their pain through my muse

Living with pain
is living with strain
day after day
again and again

hopeful of some
help
but nothing to hand
nobody, no where
can understand

my chest is on fire
my groin is so bad
my shoulders
My hands
My feet
I’m so sad

that I have to go
through this
so little that I
can do just to get up
I have to ask why?

if someone could
hold me
just for a while
I know I am old
to just reconcile

why this is happening
why? its not fair
I feel so alone
and I am
so aware

I can’t carry on
it all seems in vain
any slight movement
sends shivery pain
all over my body
again and again

there must be another way
there has to be
I must write my blog
more and more
each day
when immersed in my
muse
I suppose I’m okay

I may not have long left
I’m beginning to feel
the pain has got worse
and its hard to conceal

but I will not take drugs
no I won’t, I will try
and get through it all
until I lay down and die

alone with my tears
alone with my pain
I have to stay put
whatever the strain

the animals need me
again and again
the seals and the dolphins
the whales and the Roo’s
I am their only hope
I am their muse