Pain’s Haze
My days have become amorphous,
without shape and form.
Oh, maybe a vague pattern around meals.
What to do and when becomes nebulous.
Naps and pain have become the norm.
This unstructured life disorients.
It’s hard to describe how it feels.
I don’t want to be down or make a fuss.
I sleep in a hot bath till lukewarm
And pop anti-inflammatory pills.
Pardon my discontent.
It’s been a month since I hurt my arm.
Getting little done, my days are spent.
Jesus, please heal me and keep me from harm.
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