A trip out would be nice occasionally.
Another lost and leaden
hour drags itself along,
sighing at the length of
an ageing day.
Wearying hands crawl
imperceptibly around
the hours, as the clock
ticks relentlessly on.
Resigned: my gaze
confirms yet another
day, when I am forgotten,
left behind the glass
looking on. Looking out.
And I long to cry
please…
Take me with you.
© sweetwater 2023
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I see an old person in a care home, such soul destroying places. You sum how they must feel very well.
Also reminds me of how I felt during lockdown on days when nobody called.
Thank you so much, sadly I wrote it for myself, I’m not an old person in a care home..hehe. But I do have very bad arthritis ( inherited, thanks mum and dad!) and no transport. Daughter lives two doors down rarely see her, but often see them drive off to places I’d love to go. Other daughter about 5 miles down the road, two cars, again rarely see, but FB posts show days out, seaside and cinema visits. They just forget to wonder if I’d like to go and have some fun with them. Even a quick cup of tea… Read more »
Love this metaphor comparing self to clock. So effective and beautifully done Sue! Who’s giving out Great Reads these days, huh? bel
Thank you so much bel, I appreciate your kind comment.
I’ve no idea where these last few poems have come from, couldn’t write a thing then suddenly they arrive. 🙂 sue.
A very poignant poem full of hurt and longing. My one criticism would be the title. To me a poem starts with a good title and this one is too simple for the rest of the poem. Something shorter maybe even one word say “forgotten” or one that is a play on words for instance ‘pain behind the panes’ I can relate so much. My eldest son went to Lapland for Christmas a few years ago. He has plenty money and he knew that from the time he was born, he heard me say my dream would be Christmas in… Read more »
It is rather a long title, I agree. i put it on Facebook but beneath the title I added ‘From a dog’s perspective’ just incase either of my daughters read it, and the penny dropped. I needed to get this off my chest but would hate to really hurt them, even if their thoughtlessness hurts me. We willingly give up so much for our children and so often just get rejection back from them. I suppose we have to put all the hurt away and get on with things, but it doesn’t stop the hurt quietly nibbling away at us.… Read more »