17 February 2013
Pins and needles, bites of fire ants,
Tingle down my legs and burn through my pants.
Bolts of lightning, my electrical torment,
I turn and toss, will it not relent?
Pills and ice and zen do I try,
Yet none of these remedies work, sigh.
Gremlins, gnawing and tearing at me,
Chewing my insides for eternity.
Why must God allow such pain,
And put me through it, again and again?
It's your lot, some sages have said,
Well if that be so, I'd rather be dead.
Neuropathy • Opuss № I