Phantom Limb
Similar to a leg ripped loose
you learn to hobble on crutches
but like a phantom limb
the amputation still throbs
long after the wound has closed
Those few precious seconds
between sleeping and waking
you are as you once were
then the awful will of God dawns
then it’s oh yeah, my leg is gone…
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