Wednesday, 21 March 2012

Locked back inside my quiet cell

 Tuesday, 5 April 2011 at 18:49 ·
 
Alarm !  Awake, my vision blurred
'What next?' .. the damn door bell
Carer here, undeterred
'Not feeling very well?'
I reply, speech still slurred
'Oh I'm fine', (I feel like hell!)
Pills down, truth unheard
Strip washed, 'almost fell'
With help, weight transferred
I joke 'Show and tell'
Her reply ..Not a word
Suddenly a sinking spell
Hair dried ( no pain incurred )
She asks again 'Hair gel?'
(Seriously?)'Don't be absurd!'
Face on, pleasant smell
Coffee time , much preferred
Time's run out,  a sweet fair well.
Carer gone, feelings interred..
Locked back inside my quiet cell

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