An Impingement

it takes a little impingement
to ruin the whole of my life

you push a nerve and disconnect it
from the rest of my system

a hand does not complain but there is the pain somehow
the arm is weakened and stiffled

the whole body wonders what is this conflict all about
there is this sickness of the mind

there is this crippling of the soul
the pain generates more pain and then at the end

you wonder
what is happening and where is the culprit

no one is there
and you lift nothing to tell the finger that it is over

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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