CHAPTER 149: Dead or Alive

HELL FIRE'S RAIN

By: Debra Ann Van Ness

Mornings of stiffness filled such with pain,

my soul slowly draining in hell fire's rain.

I'm alone with this coward that won't set me free;

fibromyalgia just won't let me be.

Such an unfitting term to picture this beast;

Wrapping me tightly in hell fire's feast.

Hours of sleep spent only in vain,

he beats at my body inflicting more pain.

Invisible silence, the evilest trick;

no evidence to prove that I am so sick.

Twisting my muscles he drains me of life,

No energy left to be mother or wife.