When I awaken, I can hear it keening It's been whispering through the evening Can you hear my pain?
It stutters a shambling squawk crippling the way I walk Can you hear my pain?
My hands pulse with red and yellow Trembling like orange Jello Can you see the colors of my pain?
The dull indigo glow in my back and knees below Can you see the colors of my pain?
At lunch can you taste the vinegary bite or the musky umami delight Can you taste the flavor of my pain?
At times dull and bitter to the tongue else sour and putrid like dung Can you taste the flavors of my pain?
Mornings stink like sour grapes a sulfurous fume escapes Can you smell the stench of my pain?
Never the sweet petrichor of rain Always the mephitic remain Can you smell the stench of my pain?
My bruises, spasms and knots Run your finger over those spots Can you feel my pain?
Itching scaling thin fragile skin Your finger tips will feel within Can you feel my pain?
The biggest bully in this fight I cannot win with all my might But I continue because it's right