days of pain

reaching my limit up this cascade

these days of pain

dying in here aren’t we all

time calls many a things

fools counting

manage each symptom

out run each new gain

worry wrecking my belief

count sheep

back to sleep

I fall

wondering

will waking tomorrow taste any less

fool am I

not blessed

not here

as each pinch reappears

to wince me back

to wanting

taunting

a numbness to sustain

these days of pain

anything is better than nothing

they say

but perhaps they’ve never felt

this