Poem: A Circle

After all my battles
it comes to this;
Felled by my own
spine

Growing up with pain
inflicted from the outside

Now that I am free
I have pain on the inside

Crying does no good,
except to relieve the heart.
Complaining does no good,
except to make me feel worse.
Envying others does no good,
for there are many worse off than I.

In jail I learned the game
"don't look at the clock,"
It doesn't help and
makes time
go slower

Now I'm trying to play
"don't think about the pain"
But that's harder than
not looking at a clock.

The pain is always
sneaking up at me
making me aware of it's presence
thinking about the pain
is a circle.