TORMENT-

                                             The curving of my spine,

                                               yields the spinning of my mind.

                                                 The aching of my chest,

                                                    Oh, I wish it’d let me rest.

                                                      Heart attack-like pains,

                                                     I wish I could take over the reins.

                                                   I need spinal fusion surgery?

                                                 Will it let me leave this purgatory?

                                               I’m scared to go under the knife,

                                            But I can’t further endure this strife.

                                           LIBERATION-

                                           Silence…I can’t hear the agony.

                                            Relieved that’s no longer a part of me. 

                                             The scars both mental and physical,

                                                 my peace, it’s almost whimsical.