Daniel B. Silver



I think deserve this ache in my back
That sears down my leg
And stays me from rest
Its constant discomfort that the meds barely touch
Sequestering me inactive
Where I focus on the past
This is long overdue for all the things that I did
The tears that I’ve caused
Malady I’ve made
And it’s no mystery to me just what this is for
It’s a physical penance
For the damage I’ve done
I can put a fine point on it, as it turns out
Karma is a bitch after all
For what it’s worth I’m still sorry