poetry from voices
April 4, 2009 at 2:41 am Leave a comment
truth
it seems long since
i accosted the
strange-eyed god.
and, o, the gifts
that he gave me:
all
have brought some joy, and all some pain:
but the worst–the best–
is sight.
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–Glenn
Pain’s been a bit much today. Also spent most of the day chasing after some incidental medications. Like the ones that keep me from having seizures. Since I was found guilty of a criminal act for having a seizure, that could be really serious, not just …never mind.
Entry filed under: chronic pain, poetry.
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