The sharp inhale of pain’s onset,
bed made moist by new, cold sweat.
The arm, a half of body’s work,
groans with each new painful quirk.
The neck is stiff from falls inept,
pain ignored, a secret kept.
How far is too far for me to take,
when I can’t help but stay awake?
Physical pain that brings back thoughts;
memories of how the soul just rots.
The body and the mind as one,
the fear moves the legs to run.
The aches and sighs of loss are crowned
as arms and legs are now shutdown.