Wheelchair

 
 
 
 
 
 
My muscle tissue is holding my spine within the cruel prison of a painful twist  
   
Once healthy, strong body jutting to the right in wicked contortion  
   
The demonic culprit dwells at my core
 
Dialing up my torment into a sharpened inward spiral  
   
Pulling my fascia, skin and bone into it with unseen webs  
   
Conducting the concerto of my anguish  
   
The creature born and extracted from the blackened nether regions of my karma  
   
It lives and feeds on my wellness    
   
Leaving a trail of indiscretion etched in raw hurt as it continues to tear havok inside my nerve laden flesh  
   
So tight  
   
My body feels like melting plastic  
   
Though cold in the way the soreness bites down on my ability to move  
   
   
   
   
   
Submitting my attempt so stand for now  
   
Sinking back into a laying position attempting to minimize the lightning arcing within the cage of ribs  
   
A rest to settle and alleviate the pressing stress  
   
Force an intangible smile on my soul  
   
Hold in my heart the promise of running barefoot through the grass  
   
Well, pain free and forgiven