by Uriel Tovar

My back hurts
And all I can think of
Is that stabbing pain in my side
A burning discomfort
That is more here than there
Only to return
And then disappear
Flickering in and out of darkness
Melting wax
As my sanity wanes
Until all that is left
Is a brass holder.


Posted on 03/22/2016
Copyright © 2022 Uriel Tovar

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/23/16 at 01:21 AM

Nicely penned and so accurate, Uriel. I suffered from an almost crippling back condition for years, mainly my own fault from lifting heavy boxes at work with my back instead of my legs when I was young and invincible. I saw a chiropractor most of 2006, and it did wonders. It still gets tender from time to time, but nowhere near as bad as it used to be. Thanks for the well worded reminder.

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