My pain is in the dark, I cannot see its rot, Yet know it festers Around each tender nerve. My lips they try to hide--- An unclean hole inside, Yet Winter's wind has found it It's root so quick to flick. I have resigned the tool For blood it makes me drool, Not want or need to lick. So viscious a circle carries on As if it were my foe, Is dental care an affliction now? My teeth they ought to know.