“On a wheel chair Ward 7” by Alan Blenkhorn

No longer running all around

Stirring up human sounds

Or making an idiot of myself

Via tongue and mouth

That’s not right

I didn’t start any fights

These bright lights

Not a pleasant sight

No one will know

If it doesn’t show

So it seems

We lead to our dreams

Just sit

And feel the strength of it

It’s ok

Not to stay

Getting over the past

Doesn’t happen




I don’t nap, I can’t relax


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