(Beneath the gums, a silent pain,
Echoes of a tooth's demise.
Trapped in bone, a captive's chain,
Wisdom's toll, a bitter prize.
In the quiet, I reflect,
On the lessons wisdom has taught.
Oh, the ache, the ache of wisdom's fall,
A symphony of sorrow's call.
Anesthesia's veil, a fleeting grace,
Leaving scars upon this weary face.
The dentist's drill, a piercing sound,
Slicing through the tender flesh.
Nerves afire, a battlefield unbound,
Wisdom's price, a wound so fresh.
Though the pain may linger, the scars remain,
Wisdom's lesson, a bittersweet refrain.
The swelling, the bruises, the endless days,
A testament to wisdom's toll.
The price we pay, the scars we collect,
For the knowledge that we've sought.),
fenliexl, mixed media, surrealism