Invisible People: A Poem (spooky chronic pain)

Invisible people running up behind, stabbing  relentlessly not being very kind.

Lightning strikes that come and go, burning lava that runs very slow.

Ice water pumps up and down, tingling like seeing that spooky Halloween clown.

Invisible people,  running up behind, stabbing at random, not very kind.

Plunging the knife deep in my spine.

You never get used to this perpetual pain, that is so intricate it sometimes brings tears.

It’s no wonder the screw’s in my head have began to loosen, being possessed by an invisible person, my brains are starting to come out my  ears  !