A OK ?

arthritus

I’m alone again with nothing left

Except bent fingers, aches and pains

The signs of my arthritis

Trying to release the tension

On the way to preparation

That eases the constant trauma

Below the skin

Till I feel it all again with nothing right

 

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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