closed eyes deflect the concept,
pain is to be ignored,
except it’s there, always,
within muscles, and veins.
bright sharp pains, to trouble
dull flat throbs to remind.

Let these hands continue,
though, cursing under breath,
becomes a soundtrack,
as steadily concentration takes over,
flicks the pain away, with it’s tail,
for a few moments more.

Get through, just get through,
another hour passes,
hands poised, carefully,
over keyboard,
mundane conversations,
mindless goals to be reached,
paychecks much be ushered,
into waiting bank accounts.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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