Wednesday, 26 February 2014

another arthritis poem.

I need a wee.
The toilet's downstairs.
God I do not want to go downstairs,
it hurts too much damn it,
I just need to lie here, until the pain goes away
going down them isn't so bad,
it's coming back up
the strain on my screaming knees.
When I was little I would shuffle down,
it hurt less. I'm too big for that now.
When I was little I cried a lot
I learnt crying doesn't take the pain away
so I stopped.
I'm going to have to face the stairs.
Why aren't my tablets helping?
I've eaten enough of them by now
I want something stronger,
Just put me to sleep until it's over.

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