my body talks

tingling, stinging, awful pain
coursing so long through my veins,
muddling my aching brain,
and driving me insane.

aching pressure on my heart,
threatening to tear it apart,
with shooting, flying, painful darts
that cannot be expressed through my art.

so dry ant yet they're smarting too,
hard to keep my eyes open through,
all this pulling my brain to review
when my stomach wants to regurge my food

my mouth so dry, it cannot talk,
and yet my legs refuse to walk,
cuz my body keeps trying to balk
from the haunting, fearsome, inner stalk--

of pain, of past,
of images that last,
of many fears,
of unshed tears.