Cause And Control

a nerve has its own domain
like a territory
when a bone creates a wrong
the nerve begins to run
out of control

an impingement
an erroneous reach out
a right arm screams in pain
stressed out
the mind invents a fabrication
you do not mind it

trace the cause
it's but a nerve, that nerve
that hate.

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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