The Toothache

There is a pain that is attacking my brain With agony throbbing and torment, It brings tears to my eye, I sit and cry As my pain becomes ever more frequent, I cannot sleep so instead I weep While I try to find solitude and peace, But it never arrives and not to my surprise So my pain and agony it will not cease, With my every breath, I wish for my death Which is not an exaggeration, but the truth, All because of an infection from my rejection I should have been more caring in my youth, When my heart does beat, or when I eat I then learn more of excruciating pain I begin to moan and then I let out a groan Now I feel like that I am going insane Every moment that I am awake, I feel the ache Though to curse me of my past when I was uncouth, Now I must pay the price, pain is my sacrifice All because of my decaying rotting little tooth. Randy L. McClave