Enchanted limbs and perfect vision,
Acutest powers of hearing,
Wholesome body in and out,
No need for any healing.
But pain, it comes, and haunts our days
In many different, subtle ways.
One, it brings a babe, at end,
This pain, some say, is like a friend,
It can be cruel but moments later,
Love makes all forgotten.
The greatest hurt is chronic pain,
I feel, there’s no relenting.
Its powers torture all life’s parts,
In effect, it’s life-preventing.
Mental anguish torn in shreds
From sources in and out,
Debility, all encompassing,
Is worse, I have no doubt.
OM http://aopinionatedman.com/2013/08/02/pain-scale/ had a bit of a discussion going today on pain scale and I put in my tuppence worth. It set me thinking.
I want to dedicate this poem to http://busymindthinking.com/ because she complimented me beautifully just a short while ago and she is always so bright despite her own suffering.
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