‘Oh, I see you’re limping away?’ *awkward pause as they wait for me to say* ‘How are you? You’re looking well?’ I deflect back, you don’t know my hell. Confused, they’re thrown. No gossip? Poor show. ‘What’s wrong?’, their patience expires. ‘Oh, just this long term thing’. I retire.
Tag: poem
Tired
People don’t appreciate how a comment or a dig,Can easily be the difference between a full night or no sleep.What may seem minor to you, can feel major to me,When your tired and worn out and suffering and weak. Why do the small hours pass so much quicker than a day?And you’re too tired to…
I used to be
I used to be fit, I used to be strong, I used to be witty and happy; belong. I used to be driven, oh, to be enthused, I used to entertain and sing; amuse. I used to be healthy, I used to have fun, I used to compete, be agile and run. I used to…
Two lonely men on a beach
I went to Scratby one stormy night,But not to enjoy a walk, on the sand, by the moon’s milky light.I drove in a fog and welcomed the rain,Blasting out Nirvana, full of bitterness and rage. Parked up on the clifftop as I watched the waves spill,Wondered what would be quicker, the fall or wet chill.Dangled…
Without sleep
It’s four in the morning and I’m still not asleep,The aching’s too much, from my neck to my feet.Resenting all the hours that I lay here in bed,I could change the world with the time I have spent. It’s five in the morning and I’m begging for rest,My head is now full with the worry…
I am…pain.
I am strong, until I’m not,I am cold but my joints burn hot. I am happy, on the surface,I am not fit but for what purpose? I can love, but not myself,Not yet dying but don’t have my health. I am travelling but in one direction,Followed by shadows, devoid of reflection. Short on temper but…
Saturdays with my son
Oh, how I treasure Saturdays with my son,When mum’s at work, the boys have fun. Playing, parks, walks and rugby on the tv,When I could no longer play myself, these days came for me. There were times, early on, I was so apprehensive,Now, as you grow, your personality prevents it. We have a bond, you…
Everyone sleeps except me
Okay, so I don’t know if this is going to become ‘a thing’ or not but my last post where I wrote a poem (for the first time in about 20 years!) became, within 24hrs, the most popular post I’ve written in the month-old life of this blog! Considering it is still very early days…
A poem about how I feel right now
As some of you know, I’ve been experiencing some brand new symptoms of late that are really getting me down, multiple infections, crippling fatigue, all over joint pain and night sweats to name but a few. After recently reading Lindsay Reid’s poetry based on her experiences living with Ankylosing Spondylitis (available here: https://www.redsquirrelpress.com/product-page/my-dark-guardians-lindsay-reid) it made…