Oh pain.
You’re a crescendo stripped down my body,
Like the pajamas of a prisoner stuck,
In amidst her angst filled mind.
I walk down the streets paced with what the world has shunned.
They cry urine stains horizontal down the dirty minced stones.
I scream silently for everything I see,
Drop copper in a paper cup.
That might end up in a syringe,
In a vein,
In an arm,
To numb the same pain I feel.