In peace of slumber I remain
But suddenly a wince of pain
As if a scimitar had stabbed
Precisely where the tendon grabbed;
Or welding torch a hole had blown
Through muscle, sinew, nerve and bone.
From bed I bolt with howling sound;
The only cure? To walk around.
The leg needs weight and pressure put
Below the knee, above the foot.
The seconds pass the crisis waits
Excruciating pain abates.
The leg? Content, a nap can take;
But me? Im fully wide awake.