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Red Mist of Pain

Old Achilles , how I abhor your fate
You became famous for your tendon
I am aching in the red mist of gout pain.

Crystal needles pierce all my joints,
Explosive torture, red swollen anguish
I breathe soreness, my mind is a big blue bruise

Donít approach me, donít dare to touch !
I am red and inflamed with this violent torment.
Stabbed joints crying with a cracking sound.

I am wrapped in coldness and want to forget
A sleepless tired man besieged in the
Cruel mist of burning scarlet pain.

poetic soul (c)
4/7/03 at 16:40

Dedicated to a friend in pain


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