Poem: The Homunculi

A poem about chronic pain and wishing it'd stop.

A poem about chronic pain and wishing it’d stop— something I struggle with, and something that flares up from time to time when I least want it to.

Homunculi, resting inside my chest, 
Pressing against the framework– 
Cooing out while I ache in pain. 

Little men, stirring from slumber, 
Stepping on my neck and sighing 
As they ponder their morning feed. 

I wonder where they came from, 
And maybe if they have a master– 
Or if I could somehow change them. 

But the homunculi are dancing, 
Their ignorance flaring up my spine 
While I’m a flower wilting away. 

Only finally pushing them out 
When I close my eyes and accept 
The warmth of the void inside 
A delicate blanket and pillow.