(An amputee’s frustration)

He thought he’d be better by now,

Not tottering like a sick cow…

The amputee


Hated himself  right now.

Was writing his work epitaph

The next step on his behalf…

A frustrating deal,

The wound won’t heal

With nothing about it to laugh.

He used to limp before,

Exhaustion would make him limp more…

Now it’s a given

Struggling living,

Walking is a greater chore.

Discouragement isn’t cured

By increasing heartache endured…

Where can he find

Positive mind

Feeling he’s frequently skewered?

Walking with a cane hurts,

The pain’s unbearable spurts

Catch him off guard,

The productive bard

Feels like he’s getting worse.

–Jonathan Caswell

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