House of Pain

by Fatal Dawn

February 1, 2014

I took my first step into the House of Pain

Knowing no part of me will be the same

Monday

7:00 am

I feel so strange, woke up with my back hammering,

With a pain so strong, I lay, eyes closed and clamoring,

2:00 pm

After lunch, the pain is gone, but now my neck is stiff,

So I wait four hours in pain and now my neck can lift.

Tuesday

11:00 am

A good nice morning; no pains, no fret,

But then I took a breath and felt pain in my chest.

It felt cold and unusual and struck like a dagger,

So I ran to the medicine cabinet and staggered.

But I’d rather take the pain than a pill,

And risk the thrill of my heartbeat still.

Wait out the pain, I can’t bear it,

Take the hair between my fingers and tear it.

9:00 pm

Had the pain all day – maybe it’s gone away.

All that’s left is sleeping, an easy task,

I can rest easy without a wheeze and gasp.

Wednesday

6:00 am – 4:00 pm

No pain yet, the skies are clear.

Then when I thought I’ve had all I can bear,

Mid-afternoon, a toothache, pain in my very core.

Wincing with my teeth throbbing and my gums sore.

I try to hold back as a warm tear rolls down my cheek.

I fall to the floor, the pain’s too strong and I’m too weak.

Fists raised tightly to the roof,

I can’t scream to aggravate my sensitive tooth.

So again, I endure and wait, with my energy maxed out.

I spent the rest of the day agonizing and passed out.

Thursday

The pain didn’t hesitate to hit me with more than I can handle,

I woke up with the entire room rotating on an angle.

Partially blind as if this was an act of wicked spite.

My eyes couldn’t bear to gaze upon a morning light.

Time doesn’t mean a thing; a second of pain is eternity,

Asking, what’s next? Why is fate trying to hurt me!

I stumble, can’t walk an inch without falling over.

My mind began to process things slower,

My sluggish body couldn’t keep up with daily tasks,

So I stayed cradled in my bed until the pain passed.

My head at an angle, feeling emotionally drained,

Hoping to get blood rushing in my veins.

Friday

I expect the worse and that’s what I got for my troubles.

A load of pain, can’t describe the immense doubles.

Feeling my entire sanity crumble,

But what’s this?

An end to the week I wished for,

I rush to the door,

From this House of Pain,

I condemn,

For I will be gone for this entire weekend,

Only to return the next week and repeat the process again.

Written by Thorne McFarlane (Fatal Dawn)

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