Chronic Pain – Iggy Oddity
My bones are the origin of small raging fires
Sparking violence, body against body,
Like any garden trying to survive among
My atoms are weeds pitted against flower
Pain hushed into embers,
As wide and endless as a mouth to hell.
I have died many times,
Intimately, unforgivingly and unfairly.
I trace all the injustices of myself as a map
My fires see no end,
The shadows even
Cast a kind of brilliance.