"The Curse of Chronic Pain"

Pain is no longer allowed,

You see.

I no longer have pursuit of

Happiness, life, and liberty.

I writhe in my bed wide awake,

Praying to God my life to take.

An addict goes to get his high,

While I am left to suffer and die.

This is all being done

For my own good,

As illegal drugs

Pour into my neighborhood.

As the abuse

From medical professionals rings in my head,

I can’t help but believe

Maybe they want me dead.

If you think this can’t happen to you,

Think again,

You could very easily

Be in my shoes.

Christina Eldridge-Nunn