There Is Pain the Morphine Cannot Reach At All

I’ve been hit
in the open gruesome daylight,
Blue and goosebumped shaking, trembling in the cold.

I’ve been marked
by a consequential madness,
White and frightened treading in what I’ve been told.

I trusted and I had hope.
Only to learn what I can see for myself.
I trusted and I had hope.
Now how do I live when the meaning for living is gone?

Out on the lake while there was laughter on the shore,
Your legs gave out, 
Your strength was done, 
Your hands could get at nothing.
What did it take till you didn’t argue anymore?
Your will was gone, 
Your lungs succumbed 
to cool, persuading waters 
that wooed you slip away ...

I’ve been found
guilty-not guilty, can't really say,
The pounding wears me down so I assent to agree.

I’ve been damned
to a part I wasn't built for,
The offering of lambs always was abhorrent to me.

I trusted and I had hope,
Only to find, What? I have to fend for myself?
I trusted and I had hope.
But how can I live?
  
Like an old man I get around holding onto walls,
But I fell down to the carpet and curled into a ball,
When you didn’t answer to my call.

There is pain the morphine cannot reach at all.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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