Awakened startled, jabbing pain assaults
my back, quickened stabbing brings loud exalts.
Alas! Alas! The pain exceeds,
it’s all too intense to concede!
Worrying beads of perspiration pop,
my convulsive breathing makes me stop.
Across my brow, within the furrowing,
fear seizes me now, magnitude growing.
Help me! Help me! I cry aloud,
death is encroaching with his shroud!
I beseech you aid me, this pain is sick;
emergency aid should be gotten quick.
Hunching my way over to our large truck,
I gingerly lay across from the clutch.
Hurry! Hurry! Drive your fastest,
I’m almost done; no one pass us!
Crumpling now, in a tight ball on the floor,
I feel as if I’m giving birth once more.
Stifling groans keep escaping unbidden
as unknown doctors sweep for the hidden.
At last! At last! I feel relief,
diagnostics held the belief!
A kidney stone had inched along but cleared.
Go home and rest, there’s nothing more to fear.
This is based on my one and only experience with passing a kidney stone. It really did feel like I was in labor–torture!
Form For All with Beth Winter hosts Staccato Form: http://dversepoets.com/2011/11/17/form-for-all-beth-winter-hosts-staccato-form/
