Dear Creator, we need to talk

Five days of constant pain  
five days or wanting to break  
the forth wall of reality  
and talk to whoever thought  
creating nerve endings
was a good idea  
 
My body betrays me
I take meds for nausea
I take meds for pain  
I sleep too much  
and don't eat enough  
five days of counting down  
some unknown number  
like there is a known solution  
at the end of infinity  
 
No one tells you
how time slows down  
becomes infinity  
with ad breaks
where maybe I can get up
go for a walk
feel almost normal  
let hope flutter in my chest  
before tomorrow reduces  
me to pain and gravity-logged limbs
that won't cooperate  
 
I'm counting down the days  
until getting out of bed  
means hitting the floor  
in an unwelcome embrace  
that I knew was coming  
but can't avoid
it wasn't today  
and maybe it won't be tomorrow  
but it's coming  
 
For now I'll wait for the next ad break  
where I can pretend I can have a normal life
that's not bound by pain  
that never really goes away