Rainbow Hills

 

Arlyn

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CROHN'S POEMS

CHRONIC RAGE

Everyday
it's there
Everyday
Everyday
Every night
it's there
a piranha
swimming in your guts
dinning on intestine walls
It's nasty eyes
unaware of sun or moon
Unaware it's time to sleep
But finally you do

As the morning light
seeps under your eyelids
you take assessment
It's there
That constant pain
still constant
and now you've said
"Good Morning"
to it
You wonder
if you hadn't looked for it
would it be there now?
Are you doing this?
Have you welcomed it?
In some ways
it's like a friend
it's come so often
No
Nothing in you wanted this
No one invited it
Not even past life karma
deserves such punishment
No torturer could plan such misery
Your own intestines
chewing up themselves
chewing up your daytime
chewing up your night
chewing up your life.


 

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