The Clock By Marion

The Clock

By Marion

...is very important when in chronic pain

because, of course,

the clock, the clock, the fucking CLOCK

is Master, Ruler, Tyrant, God.

God tells me, whispers (tic-toc) into my aching 

bones, marrow, muscles & tissue

that it's time to swallow

more

poison to ease the torment for a few (very few)

blissful hours. Tic-toc, unlock those neurons

that bind to the ravenous receptors

in my brain that carry

this vicious/exquisite venom

to my constantly tired, 

cotton-wrapped/warped brain.

Tic-toc SCREAMS the clock, the clock

which no amount of sound will block---

an hour's gone (one, NOT two) but it's too soon

(too late) &

the pain refrain is endlessly

ringing, tolling in my ears: 

more, more, (no more!), MORE, M-O-R-E...

Never enough, time's too short, too long.

Too much pain, too many/few pills

never enough relief---

thief, stealing my life

killing me slowly & for what?

One hour of relief, seldom two,

four times a day.

Forget sleep or counting sheep

they're bleeding, bleating & hurting

too. 

Death will be the

only escape

from this throbbing, robbing hell.

Only death can

stop the damned

screeching tyranny of the ticking,

sickening clock.

Tic-toc it mocks, it mocks, it mocks

tic...

...toc.

6/12/15