Another Day

Another day

Here I lay

Pain So intense, awake I stay.

I wonder if I should get out of bed?

“No,” my head says

“Why even bother?”

I long for the day in which I will see my Holy Father.

I take I sigh. I lie back down.

And began to cry, holding my bloodstained crown.

My illness has made me into something that in which I am not.

Unable to do anything, even concentrate on my train of thought.

 The pain I feel only gets worse.

Oh maker why? Why! Why Have I been struck with this dreadful curse?

I close my eyes and try to sleep

But I realize I won’t as the pain begins to creep.

Another day

My happiness has been taken away.

Taken.

Taken from me, by my disease.

I often wonder why I continue to live.

After all, what’s the point? The pain I feel everyday is relived the next!

Another day

I saw the doctor on this day.

I told him “Hey,

your medication does not help me with my pain

Instead it come at me with full power as an unstoppable train with me tied to the tracks!

The pain I feel goes beyond ‘real pain.’

I am broken. A sad, broken, old man.”

Hearing these words from me, my doctor does the only thing he can.

He prescribes to me a plant with promises that is will lend a hand.

Another day

I tried the natural plant and experienced a miracle.

I was able to walk out of bed without pain.

Oh what was once so difficult is no so bearable!

Another day

This is another day for me.

Another day to enjoy life

Another day to keep going, keep fighting.

Another day for me to be pain free.

 I have purpose now.

No more crying out in pain “Ow!”

This is a brand new day

Another day.