My trapped nerve

I’ve got a trapped nerve in my neck so I’ve decided to write a poem about it…

There is a nerve trapped inside my neck

It cannot talk to tell me how much pain it is in

It cannot move to a place of less pain

It cannot smell the burning of bone against bone

It cannot hear the brain scream in pain

It cannot see the scars of age and wear and tear

It cannot feel the numbness and weakness of the body

It is trapped in a column of bone, cartilage and pulp

Enduring frustration, anger, sadness and sorrow

As it waits to be released from a grinding prison

And be free to play with its brothers and sisters

In the corded corridor that is its home