Prisoners of war their torturous times;
how could they endure so much pain?
Accident victims & survivors what’s more;
just how much of their hurt will remain?
How can I compare, what I endure,
to those thousands that suffered before?
What is my threshold; how much can I bear;
as these tears and throbbing build more!
My face is now swollen; the smile well removed;
Insanity hijacks all thoughts of deep sleep.
I must display courage, to the world I will prove,
although my outlook, seems dismally bleak!
Today is the day, I must turn away;
from personal pride, and stubborn intent.
Sound reasoning is masked, by incredible pain;
to my faith, I leave the final judgement.
Can surgery cure what drugs could not endure?
Sadly, I see few options left to choose!
The Doctor suggests radical deep surgery;
my response; well, what have I got to lose?
Desperately I wait, in this comfortable chair,
I must now face up to the terrible truth;
that the greatest of pain, and my one deepest fear;
was simply an infected tooth!
By combining Poetry into a photograph you get POETPICS or PHOTOPOETRY.
A phrase of philosophy integrated into a photograph = PHILOETRY
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See how this and other poems play a part in the Story 'Finding Harvey’, crafting another dimension of creative writing = 3D-Poetry.