CRPS
(A poem for the afflicted. Hope for CRPS sufferers)

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for tonight I weary and curse my very air


yearn
no words just the still pool of bleak
bathing in darkness
its suffocating me
filling my lungs
deep

Ill use less words
its taking my air
the doctors don't even flinch
when I say I want to take his scalpel
end loves journey
with him watching
oh my what peace
my glance lifeless
the only thing left of me
cadavers glare

My workload is misery
my friends truly can't care
how could they?
who translates here

Requiem De mi Alma
mi alma no puedo sentir el toque del amor
forgive me
my maker my Requiem mass
because I've forgotten what love is
this pain feels like I unexist
touch me please
Amen