by John Yeo
He gritted his teeth
Clutched his hands
Until the pain subsided.
Resisting the urge to scream
Anything to find some relief.
The spasms continued unabated.
Waves of nausea overcame
The penetrating painful forces
He knew his resistance was low,
He prayed to God for the pain to ease,
For the sweet relief of morphia
Then he held his breath and waited.
Copyright © Written by John Yeo.
Written for Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic asides blog on “Writers Digest”
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