Chronic: Napowrimo Day 5 2015

Day 5 of Napowrimo, the prompt didn’t really grip me today, so I’ve decided to see where the flow took me.

Chronic 

It’s like breathing ice cold air

When it steals your breath away

Grasping, gasping to control

It hurts, pure pain

It’s like hands frozen stiff

White, blue, drained

Tingling numbness

It hurts, pure pain

It’s like feet dragging through thick mud

Weighted, trapped, restrained  

Steps you cannot take

It hurts, pure pain

It’s like your skull is in a lock

Pressurised around your head

Your mind fights, mental block

It hurts, pure pain

It’s like your under a vodoo curse

The pins you feel cut deep

It’s real but people cannot see

It hurts, pure pain

It’s like running up a hill

But you never reach the top

Your desperate just to stop

It hurts, pure pain

By Katie Haigh

Cooyright@K.Haigh

 

Photo by Katie Haigh

Cooyright@K.Haigh 

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