Sunday, 12 March 2017

Hospital Patient

I want to run but can only walk,
I want to shout but can only talk,
I’m wrapped up in myself
Suffering depressive ill-health.
Pharmaceutical concoctions to swallow,
Rendering I to be boringly slow,
And I slur in my speech, sometimes stuttering,
Mumbling and muttering.

Slow motion stumbling and falling over,
Fighting the sleepy side effects,
Conversations are a bare minimum,
As I am a continuum -
Of different characteristics -
Surrounded by bars and bricks.

Copyright Andrew Stevenson 04/02/14

A sonnet.

Thank you. Love love, Andrew. Bye.

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