A Poem About Back Pain

Not sure as to what it was that I was trying to capture with this bit of “poetry”.
I feel as though, considering the time constraint I’ve put on myself, this is messier than usual. That said, I think I get the point across.

Perhaps this is a little to pretentious. I think the message is easy enough to discern but the language I’ve used is not necessarily warranted.

I hope you enjoy.

A sudden remembrance of that which still is
It sits somewhere within and behind, glowing
Pulsing out, little by little in some sort of signal
Reminding me of that which needs to be addressed

It does not move, though it feels that it should
It stays firm and resolute in where it remains
Despite a compulsion to engage in curvature
The signal desires straights as a correction

I try to feed it so it will diminish
I return to curves and it returns
There is no removing it without continued satiation
And so I am powerless to entertain any other position

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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