Loss For Gain

The pain.  
I donít talk about it too much.
It sounds like a skip in
the crackle of a scratched record.
Therapy demands a discomfort  
that gets worse before it subsides;
even then, pain syndrome might
oblige me to find a switch
in my brain to flicker offó
There is no guarantee for relief.
I find myself steeped in quiet  
contemplation; lost in a spinning
kaleidoscope of colors that  
mock my reserves.
I am not built for painó
yet it kisses me everyday with
its injurious lips...
  † † ...unyielding.
There is no solace in my
deformation. It simply is my
tight and searing.  
Written by Eerie
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