Sunday, 25 March 2018

Still I dream

Now I have a morbid illness
Still I dream of so many things
Knowing I'll never leave this room
Laid here without friends is my doom

Each morning, daylight, she teases me
"Hello" the care staff cheerily say
"And how are you today" I frown
Danger, I joke "I'm off to town!"

They laugh, not seeing my sarcasm
Giving me my cartload of pills
Eight months now in this living hell
I'm in a trance, all is not well

Sleep has led me to happy days
Kissing my love on her sweet lips
Wife and kids playing on the beach
They're there but I just can't reach

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1 comment:

  1. Those whom we love most dearly are simply not able to share in our illness. We are beyond their reach.