By Michael Auguste
(Used By Permission)
In pain these words I pen this
morn
This evil, dreaded, hated friend
This torture that for years has torn
And smiles with such an evil grin
With each new day it visits
me
A second shadow stalking near
A burden that will always be
That tries to instill so much fear
Sometimes it likes to laugh
aloud
And when it does the pain's intense
So hard to bear that ugly laugh
So very hard to keep my sense
I'm weary after all these
years
Of pain that never goes away
But I won't let it loose my tears
I'll fight on yet another day
Much more intense it's lately
grown
So much in fact, I stifle screams
The hurt goes all the way to bone
But I won't let it steal my dreams
It stole my legs, now tries to
steal
The beauty I keep close to heart
And though this hurt will never heal
It will not steal my poems and art
You hated friend, bring on your
chair
The wheels that now replace my stride
You've won the legs, I do not care
But from the fight I will not hide
Pack up, you've played your
silly game
In part you won, but lost the rest
You took my legs and left me lame
I will not let you have the best
You cannot take the stars from
me
The nights, the sea, the sunset breeze
Intact they are and out of reach
This medicine that gives me ease
Just partly won, I said and
meant
So foolish are you, wasting time
You fought so hard, the battle spent
And here I sit still making rhyme
My art and beauty do I keep
My smile and all I cherish most
Not once a tear you saw me weep
To me you're nothing but a ghost
