Poem: These Days

I spend my days
worried
frightened
unhappy
and in pain
always waiting for
the pain to end
meds to kick in
but it never does
and they never do
I don't know how this will end
but the options don't look good
very few roads seem open
all day long
I feel the pain
and think about the future
it's not working
it seems one of my few options left
like a broken car
that still has to get you
where you are going.

I want to cry
and I want to scream
sometimes it gets so bad
that tears come
to the corners of my eyes
no matter how hard I fight
I even find myself
praying
deeply and sincerely
to the highest power
for help.

And I wait.