Repetitive Strain Poem by Tanja Bulovic

Repetitive Strain



There is a sharp pain
In my right hand

There is no swelling
There is no bleeding
There is no sign of injury

The doctors call it
Repetitive strain
But i just call it
Emptiness

Saturday, July 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love and pain
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