That pain that slowly then swiftly descends
into the very root of the spine in its valiant march.
Each step a torture, each stab an acute pain in its evil presence.
As golden years are reached, the torment kills and fires in its reach.
Getting up is impossible and pain endured in the web of it's cruelly.
Doctors cannot cure the evil that transcends the spine as it sighs and riles.
Chiropractors can only offer temporary relief as they wave their magical massage of reality.
But the reality is yours and mine as we wander in the forest of our helplessness in strife.
The cure is in the mind and its clarity, perception to overcome the pain.
Let pleasure drown the ache; let courage redeem our souls so we can withstand it.
Let sweet songs, sonnets and poetic verses replace its evil purpose so there is no strain.
We will run a thousand miles in our dreams and thoughts; it will all be right in our spirit!