Helplessness
Staring out at nothing
Feeling blank, cold, crippled physically and emotionally.
Hoping for a brighter tommorrow
Rest is not peaceful if at all
Pain in heart, joints, hands and toes
Everywhere pain
Torn between living and existing
Pain becomes an obsession to control
Ceaseless torment in soul.
Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2009
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