THE BUILDER It appeared at first As a cough Just a normal cough He has had those hundreds of times Nothing to worry About Just the time of year And since he stopped smoking Something that Happens more often these days. Then The heartburn The constant Lingering heartburn. He decides to change What he is eating Then after a time It is still so bad He decides To stop eating altogether To see if that will ease The pain. The family worries They go on and on He should see his doctor It’s an ulcer they say. Is it ? He keeps The pain hidden For there is now the anxiety The constant Anxiety And for a man who Does not believe In anxiety It is double What most normal people Would suffer from. How can you fear something? That you do not believe in So he walks Walks for hours Day after day Trying to outrun The pain and the doubts That now linger Eventually He decides To go to the Doctor. Now the doctor Worn down By his position And his shirt worn tight By his hypocrisy Decides that this man Suffers from too many Looks at Google And sends him On his way With a reassuring word And a standard prescription No clue to the torment That lies in the mind Or in the body Either he didnt listen Or he just didnt care. Anger has now Risen from fear. The walks are longer And the shadows larger There once used to be Light and blonde laughter But now only Pain More doctors seen And apologies made As Tests are eventually Done Just like the chances. I’m not sure how I got here I was walking only the other day I enjoyed those walks Now I seem to drift I can hear voices Family Some I havent heard in such a long time I thought theyd forgotten me I also hear Ducks Yes there are ducks at the window Who let ducks in here? That will be her fault She is always caring too much For animals My little girl is here too She got big so quickly Was just four Yesterday. Everyone is here The voices are soothing But I do want a bit of quiet I’ll be getting up soon Need to get home I’ll be ok If I can just get some strength back I need to look after everyone Can’t leave them alone For a minute Yet I’m tired I am so very tired The voices are fading Maybe its time To go. I’ve built everything The very best I possibly can.
Posted on: Mon, 21 Oct 2013 23:39:01 +0000
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