Helllo,
     I am no witter or poet and don't claim to be.This is just something I had to get off my chest.It is for myself and all those who suffer and
loose so much to it,wheather it be CH or any other kind of pain.

What is this pain?
It can not be touched,
Only fealt by those who suffer it.
It can not be heard,
except for the cries,
and the screams it may bring.
It can not be seen,
except it's effects from time to time.
It does not kill,
Although it has the will.
We do not die from it,
Though we may wonder why,
We may even wish to try.
It will always find us,
no matter how we try to hide.
Fight back?
What's left to try?
Our best weapons,our best tricks,
Mearly buy us some time,
if we're lucky.
It always comes back,
sooner or later.
We know there's no point in asking why,
but we ask anyway.
We survive in some way,
any way we can,
to what ever extent we can.
After all,what other choice do we have?
With all of this said,what more can I say?
But what is this pain? ,,,,,,,and why?


I wish you all PF,
I wish you all enough,
      Squiggles

Sounds about right to me.  ;)

Good job...  I'm sorry to say its all too familiar.  Thanks for sharing...

-Dennis-

Me like! :)

Charlie

OUCH! :-/ That made my head hurt, beautifully written

Guiseppi

Well said. Very well said. You may not feel you are a poet or a writer but all it takes is one to start.

Broken