Oh my hands,
my once beautiful hands,
now riddled with pain,
the pain of someone thrice my age.
Joints that used to glide
over the keys
of a clarinet with ease,
suddenly struggle
to make a fist.
Everyday is spent
with an ache
that only gets worse,
never better.
To write this
brings such agony
that I can not bear to continue.
In fact I think
I'll relieve the pain
and cut the stupid things off.
--By Jamie Erdman aka Poetsoul