A Ripple of Pain

A poem

Moved too quickly, suddenly, in pain, back wrecked a terrible strain.

I cry so loud my neighbor hears, ripples of shock grounds me to a halt.

Too scared to move, aching swivels and rips, a fracture, a spine bruised, etched in stress.

Dented pieces, shattered nerves, torn discs, amid the curves, vertebrae’s embrace, a lingering distress.

If anyone has had a bad back or a spine problem you will know what I mean from the poem above.