The Annuls of Pain

"The tendrils of pain claw at me, 

pulling me down, 

trying to immerse me again. 

The burn and ache pull on my  conscious thoughts, 

hindering coherent ideas from forming. 

As my thoughts try to focus, 

the hammers beat on the anvil of my mind with a deafening clamour. 

The pain snakes along my nerves with the speed of lightening, 

leaving the endings to quiver and curl in residual agony. 

My senses are on over-stimulated high alert,

 making the everyday noises and sensations an addition to the sea of pain. 

The soft brush of cool air over a cheek,

 now takes on the burn of a red-hot iron rod pressed against my face. 

The pleasant murmur of coughs and movement 

now presses against my inner ear with the strength of a vise, 

causing vibrations across the ear drum that beat on my mind from the outside. 

The illumination that is a distinguishing aspect of our race, 

is now the very thing that causes violent withdrawal from the contact. 

As an amputee feels the nerves of his lost limb, 

so my teeth make themselves known 

with aches and twinges of remembered agony. 

The muscles of my face tell me with loud voices 

of the terror that has been inflicted on their tender surfaces."

LadyAnne