I’m afraid
Something feels off
Like a spiritual surge
Which can spiral
Into physical hell
Inexplicable
Soon failing all words
That define

What overnight ills
Make me shake
Just waking up now
Nearly panicked
Since knowing today
Cannot manage
Another bad sign
Left ignored

When pain
Lacks appropriate terms
Or causality
Deemed as demented
While suffering thoughts
Trailing symptoms
Preceding these spells
Without name

Where electric chills
Take control
And remove all choice
Moving forward
Against those odds
Growing dangerous
But appearing fine
For the rest

Unable to speak
How they burn
Beneath our skin
Always crawling
Merely sensing threats
Unacknowledged
Most people believe
Aren’t there

But disturb us
More than we know
Still nauseous at birth
Never noticed
Until pain itself
Becomes evident
Living man’s white lie
Every day.

• J. Pigno