DREAMS OF A LIFE

DREAMS OF A LIFE

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.

©2015 Darren Scanlon. All rights reserved.

 

 

 

Darren Scanlon
Darren Scanlon was born in 1965 and still lives in Lancashire in the English Northwest.

A typical 'northern lad', his ‘tell it like it is’, sarcastic, tongue-in-cheek humour and writing style have earned him 5 Star Ratings on Amazon.

His poetry, which he has been writing since the age of 16, is published on many websites including Write Here and High On Poems where he has recieved great reviews:

"We at High On Poems are blessed to have found such a treasure as you in our midst. Your poetry is thought provoking and shakes one up. You obviously are a powerful wielder of words!"



His work to date includes:

Hey Up, Matron! His debut novel which is a laugh-out-loud, roller-coaster ride through a day in the life of a NHS hospital ward from the point of view of the long-suffering patients and based on his own real-life experiences.

Broken Angel and Broken Wings. The first two books into his gritty crime/gangster thriller Danny Roberts Series.

Positively Poetic Vol’s 1, 2, 3 & 4. Four volumes into his on-going poetry collections.

A Mouse’s Tale. An illustrated children’s novel, (based on one of his own poems of the same name).

Alphabet Zoo. An illustrated children’s educational ABC book.

He is currently working on his latest novel, book 3 of Danny Roberts thriller series.

Future projects include, Way Back When, which is a comical look at childhood and how things have change, (not necessarily for the better), between the ‘now’ and back in the 1970’s when he was a lad.

Also an illustrated children’s poetry collection and another illustrated ABC book.
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