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All There Is
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Pain/Ilness All there is,
all I have,
all I am,
is pain.
It defines me.
It never leaves me,
content to walk forever by my side,
along side and inside.
No matter how fast I try to run,
I have not been able to elude it.
It finds me,
all days,
all ways,
always.
I never seem to get
a step ahead.
It overtakes me
in no time at all.
I can never out pace it,
for it sets my paces
and controls my speed,
controls me and owns me.
Respite, relief, remission-
all words I have scratched
out of my dictionaries,
for they hold no meaning,
they describe nothing in my life.
They don't fit into my vocabulary.
PAIN- now there's a word
I relate to,
all too often it seems.
Its boldly highlighted,
and stands out above all other words.
If I could re-write Websters,
I would omit that word forever
if it meant the meaning would also
be erased.
But then again, it would still be there,
in a thesaurus, reminding me
that even without, PAIN
I'd still be left with agony, anguish,
suffering, hurting.
Its all there is anyway...
pain.
