S.S.D.D.

Locked up again
This a.m.
Reaching for my pain meds what a chore
It's really becoming a bore
Minutes pass on the clock
Waiting for the pain to stop
When that time comes
I'll be able to move some
Play bumper walker around the house
Trying to be quiet as a mouse
After all it's three in the morning
A giggle lets out as I hear snoring
Around the corner and down the hall
Trying hard not to crash into the wall
Made it to my destination
Closed the door to the loo of anticipation