My grains of pain

emanating from a source,

smaller than a pea you course.

Why have you

begun to accrue?

What caused you

to debilitate

like an amputate?

If I’d lost a limb

I’d know how the pains begin.

I know not how

to make you cow

to make you flee

or bring respite to me.

Heat or cold.

Dark or light.

Move or still.

How long do you last this time?

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