Limbs - Apr 28

Crick, Crack,Pop!,—“Ow!”, ach… won’t my joints of ache never relent? The tension—every move— with each attempt to loose—a rigid groove— my muscles,—all efforts to simply break the pressure,—ayayaye,so,taut—,to shake free my body, to feel the strain improve, I’ve tried to stretch myself so to remove the overwhelming cramps and pangs, which rake my shambling corpse.—But ill I find no cure to remedy such condition as that mine; Six months’ wait ’til a doctor checks my spine, —and even then who knows if they’ll be sure what sickness ails my feeble, failing form? I’ll blow it off: pain has become my norm.