One of these pains is not like the other; by Elizabeth Mitchell

Elizabeth Mitchell, poet laureate of central pain.


One of these pains is not like the other

One of these pains is not like the other
Hotness coldness nerve injury
I tried to explain even to my mother
But lacking words, she does not believe

Which makes her part of the larger group
Who cannot define what is hell
They have a word for down not up
While my pain no one can tell

Part this, part that, it burns and will freeze you
The best will be only a guess
When always defining dysesthesia
In terms of something else