The Movement of Pain

…and pain ascends
branching through my being
my life, my soul, my mind
ever moving up and down
around and then behind

by night
it feeds my dreams
haunting restless sleep
by day
my focus seems
undone by movement deep

as pain descends
enveloping my being
distending all
a pressure, never freeing

this nightmare
of a deeper, darker kind…

? Michaelette ?

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