poems belatedly shining out

I was going through a pile of papers this week and found two poems I'd written some time ago - one very clearly last August when a particular problem was gripping. Somehow I'd forgotten to type them up and certainly hadn't published them. So, here's the missing works.

How much is toothache

A reflection of inner turmoil?

Can those searing pains

Speak of nerves a-tingle?

What inner screams are held

Where words fail to soothe

As gas gurgles within

So thoughts bubble and splutter

The inner churning goes on

Jaw aflame

Nerves twanging in torment

The prayer rises

Begging for sweet relief

The clock ticks on

As the body awaits

Potion or peace