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A Pain Number

Quality Your Feelings

By Mark Stigers Published about 22 hours ago 1 min read
A Pain Number
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A Pain Number

What is the number of your pain?

How does that make sense?

Why play this stupid game?

Can’t you see me wince?

I face this pain each day.

There are MRIs and X-ray analysis.

Each has their grim say,

as to what do we do about this.

Number an unsaid scream.

A phantom hit to my spine.

How very strange it seems,

to describe something in my mind.

I can feel the knife sticking in.

It is cold and steely sharp.

Pain that has no end.

It rips my life apart.

Give a number to a bad thing,

quantify a feeling.

How bad is your pain?

We demand you give us meaning.

sad poetry

About the Creator

Mark Stigers

One year after my birth sputnik was launched, making me a space child. I did a hitch in the Navy as a electronics tech. I worked for Hughes Aircraft Company for quite a while. I currently live in the Saguaro forest in Tucson Arizona

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