There is a pain <br />that makes trees tell lies, <br />the sun seem a menace, <br />an ogre of the sky, <br /> <br />A pain <br />that makes mornings prowl as beasts, <br />visitors squirm uneasy, <br />a glass of wine, a poison. <br /> <br />There is a pain <br />that dictates a rainbow of drugs, <br />tugs at my decades, <br />exterminates motherhood, <br /> <br />A pain that covers thought, <br />unwrites poetry, <br />invites depression, <br />makes death perfection, <br /> <br />slowly.<br /><br />Sonja Broderick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/backpain/
