Orchestra Seating for One

This morning's unreasonable Autumn gusts
have awakened my bones.
Not that they were asleep or dormant, or anything;
because orthopedically speaking, they're quite alive.
So alive, that the screams from my limbs
will actually embarrass,
the audio portion of the wind.

This afternoon's weather taunts me equally as much.
For, so deep and insistant is today's lonely chill,
that the video content of this aching matinee
is being shown in black-and-white;
with the white part's hue,
echoing a dismal charcoal grey.
How somber is my "gate", as I try and walk.

And now, this evening's encore performance, and follow-up
to this angry day's symphony of pain,
promises to be equally as relentless,
in it's dialog known to me, as chronic pain.
It can only be silenced by one fact,
I suffer NOT, all alone.
It merely seems so, due to my Orchestra Seating.