Chronic Pain

mimosa tree,pink bloom,

  Chronic Pain

in my quietest space

there is still noise

because pain is a

banging cymbal that

never stops vibrating

the shockwaves

roll over me until

I lay down in defeat

7-20-2015

This poem is my last micropoem for the year unless I finally start going through my saved tweets on Twitter and write more. It was inspired by #MSpoetry a micropoetry prompt that doesn’t get enough attention. Once again, if you have a Twitter account, please check out the work on these hashtags, even if you don’t participate you can favorite tweets to let people know that you like their work.

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