Dreams Of A Life

Dreams Of A Life long poem

As a new day dawns and I open my eyes,
I look upon a world in painless surprise.
A smile creeps across my hopeful face
as I lie in bed, my comfy place.

A tentative move; a testing stretch but
then comes a cough and my face is etched
with pain, like a stalker in darkened streets
as I grudgingly rise to my unsteady feet.

Reaching to grab at the windowsill and
holding tight as my world starts to spill.
The roulette wheel of my head spins out,
should I call for help; should I cry or shout?

The room soon returns to a stable state and
the fireworks are gone, the pressure abates.
‘Survived again!’ I smugly smile
and yet, “I’ll give it a little while”.

By now the pain in my body has reached
a point where I’m already feeling beached
as I reach for the table and struggle with the lid
on my boxes of pills; “I tried – you know I did”.

An hour has passed and the pains have eased
though my mind is hazy and twinges still tease.
It’s time to get up now and start my day,
gently, slowly and in my own way.

If I can just get dressed, I say to myself,
try not to look like I just fell off a shelf.
Another long hour has breathlessly passed but
I’m dressed and looking presentable at last.

“I’ll just have a minute to catch my breath”,
such a simple task but it’ll soon be my death.
“A quick half-hour, I’ll just close my eyes”,
I wake an hour later with familiar surprise.

Now for the next act in the play of my life,
can I be bothered, it’s on the edge of a knife.
Waiting for the pain to stab and to punch
as the world outside is just breaking for lunch.

Time for my pills, my mid-day dose,
where’s my inhaler, I must keep it close.
Back on my feet and heading for the door,
from room to room is an exhausting chore.

Heart is racing, breath coming fast but
I’ve reached my chair, I can rest at last.
“I’ll just have half an hour, let tumult recede,
then try to do some writing or have a read”.

Another hour lost and I’m startled some more,
the doorbell is ringing, someone at the door.
I rise and head with unsteady gait
to the mirror to check my mask is straight.

A familiar voice I can hear down the hall,
the letterbox opens and I hear his sweet call.
“It’s me, Granddad!” with his usual glee,
“I’m coming!” I shout and my smile is now real.

I open the door and he runs at full pelt,
one of the many who make my heart melt.
“I’ve got some new toys Granddad, come and see!”
“Give me a chance, you’re faster than me!”

Back in the living room and gasping for air,
I need my inhaler and also my chair.
An hour of fun-filled laughter and toys,
moments so precious, of heart lifting joy.

Time to go home, “Come and see me again?”
“I will do, Granddad, I’ll see you then!”
A kiss and a hug and last wave goodbye
as he heads off home, winking his eye.

Heading for the bedroom and my evening meds,
“I’ll just have an hour and rest my legs”.
I open my eyes and it’s dark, what a shock,
with blurry eyes I search for the clock.

Three hours have passed, I must have been weary.
I’m a bit disappointed because now it is nearly
time for bed, I’d better get undressed
but I need to tidy up, the house is a mess.

Frustration is now my permanent guest,
of all those I have, it’s the one I like least.
I accede to a life I no longer control,
declining health is now taking its toll.

I get ready for bed and take off my mask,
another tiring and laborious task.
My head hits the pillow and I’m left with my dreams
Where I can run and play and live with such ease.

Dreams of a life that I’ll never reclaim,
condemned to a life of frustration and pain.
Morning arrives as I wake with new hope
that maybe today I’ll be able to cope.

Written by Darren Scanlon, 31st August 2014.
Revised 4th June 2015.

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ALL POEMS ©2015 DARREN SCANLON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. * Words and music have always played a major role in my life. A life without being able to enjoy music and express in words would be, for me, empty and cold.I have been writing since age 16, some 30+ years now but have only recently started publishing my works. Since doing so in Dec 2013, I have published 4 novels and 5 volumes of poetry, (available on Amazon.co.uk).My words are my life. If they touch you in any way, if you are able to take something from them, then my work has achieved its goal and I am a happy man.Welcome to my world. Darren.
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