My grandfather
got them
so they say,
so bad
he sat in his chair
motionless,
sweat dripping
from his
face, his
hands gripping
the arms
of the chair,
his feet
planted on
the floor,
the veins
of his neck
keeping time
with the
pain until
it passed,
until the horrible
presence went
away, knowing
it would come
again, knowing
he could take it.
I don’t suffer
from those.
I get
heartaches.
♥