Bad awakening
Awoke by the chatteringOf the wife, Cutting through
my sleep. Like a well buttered knife.
Oh the joy that comes my way,
Being awoken this way. On a cold
wintery day. My eyes sting,
As my tinnitus starts to sing.
To much light outside, It's this
macular thing. Chest is feeling
tight, I'd go for a walk to knock
This feeling off. If only I could,
Quell this non forgiving cough.
Don't think I'd enjoy this leg pain
Going for a walk in the open rain.
Left knee is giving me gip,
My reality has given me the slip.
As all my thoughts leave my brain,
The sun comes out, Stopping the rain.
My tongue twisted as I started to talk,
Maybe it's not a bad day after all,
Think I'll go for that walk.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-12-11 at 12:52
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