Pain

Most days I lie in bed for days end pretending I am dead Some days I lose the battle to hunger, thirst and heartache This pain is real, pain is the only real thing, not even death is We don’t even believe in death in the least at least not until we are deceased It really is not enough to quit smoking, drinking, living, struggling, surviving, But pain, It doesn't care about your race, your age, your taste, your faith When it hits it does not ask your obedience, your opinion, it just takes Now Imagine being in pain at a place you can’t bandage or even quite place In your mind, your heart your soul, in your eyes till the tears are dry And as long as you remember, It has always just been you screaming screaming in the church, in the club,with your love, and your mum when you f***, when you dance, when you walk, when you talk I know you were only being polite when you asked If I was fine, with no indifference or concern I know you meant well and I should have obliged with etiquette But today the pain has been worse than the rest of the days So thank you for asking and thank you for being patient as a patient I could go on all day but I am sure you might think I have just gone mad I assure you I am ok it is just the pain that makes me seem mad good day and goodbye you have been really kind.