My body aches. I feel betrayed.
That back of mine was doing fine
until I bent to tie my shoe.
Sharp daggers now attack my spine.
These knees announced they're finished too.
My body aches. I feel betrayed.
They buckle when I try to walk.
Without a cane, I am afraid.
I dare not nap in chair, on couch,
or pain in neck I'll surely get.
My body aches. I feel betrayed.
These constant breakdowns make me fret.
That Tylenol, Advil, Aleve
don't do no good. I've even prayed
God calls me soon, gives me relief.
My body aches. I feel betrayed.
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Writing Prompt |
Write a poem in any form or style with Betrayal as the central theme. |
Author Notes
Clip art is courtesy of Google images.
This is a Quatern, a poem with four quatrains where one line is repeated in every stanza.
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