My Pain Now Sleeps
Outside the window
Cold the day
Falling sparsely, snowflakes
Look for a place to land
A sharp unceasing pain
rides on my hip, the right one.
The left now ceases from the same,
now a prosthesis.
This pain seemingly recedes
When my lower back
Never did I think at fifty eight
My day would be challenged
To walk, to sit,
Cursing, socks and shoe laces.
Thoughts descend within my brain
How to end the constant pain.
Overriding guilt, though, of my complaints
Others, so much more distress to claim.
Mother’s tears for sons and daughters.
Unknown civilian lie unburied
In a land of hot sun and sand.
Father’s anguish of job loss
No longer ‘warmth of “home”
His homeless children.
Lands afar, toddlers search in mounds
Garbage and decay
flies hover but never land.
Now, shards of sun rays pierce the grey
Through window pane
Landed snow flakes now glisten and
The constant pain upon my body,
Now in in comparison and reflection,
is quieted, desist of complain.