phantom limb syndrome in poetry

that tingling feeling
as if your
soul has fallen fast asleep
that prickle at the back of your
everything
you leaned on your
consciousness for too long
something has been pinched
it has slumbered deep and low

but now it burns again
now it is stabbing you from every direction
now it is telling you
I am waking up
I am coming back
it is going to be good
when I am back
but along the way
the process of my return
is going to hurt
like the motherfucker of all motherfuckers

that little growing tingle in your heart
the truth is coming back and
soon you will be marvelous
but yet sooner still
this is going to hurt