I sit on the floor, and ponder.
As the ache spreads from the tip of my toes to the depths of my mind, I wonder.
What the future might hold, when I’m older than old,
Will the pain manifest with the force of a tropical thunder?
I sit all alone, scribing these words on my phone,
Feeling like I’ve been torn asunder.
If I count up to ten, or just count to a number, I forget the pain but feel number.
I now can’t postpone, what I type on my phone,
Telling you I’ve got a freaking kidney stone!