“Rate your pain from one to ten”
Yesterday was ten, now I’m ten again
But ten today is not the ten from yesterday
Yesterday I was not okay, pain plain as day
My body writhed in nerves on fire
But the fire’s reached the top of the spire
My nerves are live wires
My needs deadly dire
I wish for the pain I had
Looking back it wasn’t so bad
What I asked for was reflexive
What I received was perspective
What I need is corrective action
I bleed pain from connected infractions
But as time goes
The pain grows and grows
And the dosing only goes
So high, now the doctors close
My files, am I fine now?
When will the pain die down?
“There’s nothing we can do.”
But how can that be true?
“Your situation is terminal”
Then, we were working toward what goal?
“Pain management.”
I want the manager to be sent
I want an answer for this offense
Why does no one have a sense
For what is wrong?
Why have I waited so long?
When will relief again dawn?
“Relief will come when you are gone.”
I’ve waited for answers
I’ve prayed through words pain slurred
These RN’s, MD’s, and PhD’s
Saw nothing but another file in me
The remedy is fodder
The fire only gets hotter
The pain only gets higher
This scales on a slider
The truth is perplexive
The only thing you get is perspective
I wish for the pain I had
Yesterday’s ten wasn’t so bad
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