Pain

I wrestle with
The pain from
My foot wound,
Beside me I see
The bottle of
Untaken oxycodone
By the lamp and
Resolve not to
Take them,
My Tylenol are in
Another room and
I am waiting to get up.
Sometimes it throbs,
Other times it is a dull
Ache but always
It is there.
Writing poems helps
Me to sublimate
But my aches are
Multiplying as my
Upper arms and shoulders
Do the work my
Right leg and foot
Used to carry.
I lay on my back
In bed and wonder
How many more
Weeks or months
This will go on,
And I am humbled
By the thought of
My friends and
Family whose
Whole life includes
Some part
Or worse
Of what for
Me is only
To be endured
Temporarily.
And now time
To do my
Morning
Exercises
And stop
My grumbling.