My shoulders are aching

And so is my skull. I’m lying

on the bed

With my hands behind my head.


My neck feels like its gonna give away

God! What a price I must pay

For this madness

That’s caused me this soreness!


A zillion thoughts

Brewing; must be attended to, before it rots

Like stallions – galloping by the sea

Their manes flying, wild and free


Atoms bumping into one another

On a narrow highway; Oh! what a terrible bother!

I close my eyes and wish

If only there was a way – swish!


That they could be captured

And caged

in the pages, of this diary

that lies in wait, beside me.


I focus – the power of my mind being tested

‘Go, go’ I say, ‘I order you with the power vested

in me.’ And then, I look –

Nothing! The book-


Lies frozen, by my side

Opened wide




My shoulders are aching

I can do no more writing

My hands behind my head

I lie still on my bed


It’s past mid-night

I turn off the light

And put them to bed – these untamed horses,

And call it a day, stopping these obnoxious verses!

sore1  😉


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Posted by:Smitha V

A banker by profession, a blogger by choice, a poet by accident, and an artist at heart. Imperfectly perfect - that's me. Welcome to my world!

22 replies on “I’m sore! I can write no more!

  1. You are an inspiration, you can’t be sore
    If you write no more, many will get bored
    So please fight back and resume writing more
    And instill awe in the people with your mesmerizing lore.. 😊


    1. Thank you Margie for the warm encouragement❤. That’s very sweet of you. I wrote this poem a few days ago and posted it now when the pains left. I wonder if he meant ‘physical pain’ though🙂.

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      1. You are most welcome, Smitha ❤
        It’s probably more likely Hemingway was talking about mental pain even though he did suffer physical aliments as well.


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