When every breath
Is a separation of soul
Every move;
A muscle fatigue
And you feel the darkness
Before the night-fall
Numbed senses
Just make you crawl

Switched mute
With a twitched back
Thoughts halt
Get put on a rack
And all you can dream
With a pinching groan
Is this a devil
That I called upon

Agitated, alone,
Tested and slain
Definitely
This a bad bargain
Like a dead rabbit
On the floor I lie
Hurt. Hunted.
About to die…

As the clock ticks
And thoughts collide
Auguries inaugurate
A half-muted cry!
Strain-dipped…..
Precisely – STILL
Slave…..
To your lumbago’s will

A wish of a free
Prisoned in pain
“Cauterize me”
I plea again!

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Having to bedrest all evening, this is an attempt to capture the spun-delighted fun to spondylitis like over-run….. the backache that is….