Cooking & Art Over Pain ~ Poetry/Lyric

I ache so bad,
Morphine I.R.,
I ache so bad,
I ache so bad,
finally at last,
Zzz.

Days I'd been awake,
until that bitch took me away,
when I awoke refreshed rjuvenated,
A fucking feast we had !

I hold on,
Coping mechanisms,
A strong Constitution as my body fucking screams,
this is always spine disentigrating,
shorter and shorter I'm shrinking away,
day after day,
Three decades writing in pain until,
morphine that bitch just took me away,
Zzz.

Tempo and wisdom a steady slow pace,
youth with this drug will permanently take you away,
This has only just begun,
as fentanyl supervised for 18 + months now I leave in my wake,
so far still onward tough intestinally, I survive!

and feasts we shall have each time I wake,
I'll cook for you friends just bring fresh ingredients,
lost in art on a blue wonder buzz I cook,
above pain lifted,
Lyrica helps negativity keeps it's ugliness silent permanently,
Occasionally I run with a few friends when youth so less often visits,
for now though find me here,
Cooking,
Fueling,
Rebuilding an old man body renewed soon reborn,
and in between,
Zzz.