By
Stanley Collymore
Slept fitfully during the night vacating my bed at
times to go
to the loo, an urgent necessity I must say as this
recent bout
of incontinence I’ve been irritatingly having
remorselessly
continues to have its sway. The aforesaid activity now
finally done and me back in bed instead of my quickly
falling asleep again and getting some much needed
rest that my
physically and mentally traumatized
body could well do with I annoyingly lay wide
awake desperately yearning in my disturbed state to
mercifully
fall asleep, but does that happen? Not on your nelly
as my
aching joints begin to constantly and cruelly play up
something awesome and so the entire bloody mess
of what’s unjustly and painfully happening to
me relentlessly goes on. And after all
that who given
the excruciating
agony of such awful physical
and psychological distress
would seriously and
involuntarily, let
alone willingly,
want to be so
comprised as
I was in
all this?
©
Stanley V. Collymore
17
March 2017.
Author’s
Comments:
This poem wasn’t written with any intellectual or
academic pursuit in mind or because it was intended as a means of conveying any
inspirational or instructive message to anybody. It most certainly wasn’t I can
assure you! The motive behind it, if you can call it that, is that it was born
of a situation where I was totally pissed off due to a lack of sleep and no
matter how much or how hard I tried to remedy that state of affairs there was
no respite to it. So with those frustrating thoughts running fervently and
inescapably through my mind I usefully employed the time to pen this poem. So
here it is and you’re perfectly at liberty to make of it what you will!
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