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Nov 2015
Starting as a question
within my mind.
I feel an odd sensation,
but not unfamiliar to a person in my state.

Sensations change and
pressure felt upon
the frontal lob.
Knowing the drill
and not to wait.

A bottle is found
that may correct
many mistakes if
I act in time.
And slow the progress just in time.

Seeming to stem the tide
I have some sleep
and bide my time.
But when I wake
and far to soon.

My mistakes are
coming through.
Shadows now
have turned
quite dark.

And past the stage,
a mistake was made.
My day is not in doubt,
as I expect I have bought,
a day or two, to fight a bout.

More meds come now
but still not much
as my brain fights
itself in my defense.
Between healthy choice,

and reducing pain.

I make a choice
and to be fair,
it seldom happens
in my thoughts.
As pains go away.

But still you have
the remembrance
of lost time when
you were in great pain.

And it's not that new,
and just a memory.
Carrying that memory
helps when in pain.

It's nothing new
and over 50 years
strong with memories.

So beyond the lost
time that I'm using now
to write these words
in my altered state.

It's a pain that I call
a topic of conversation.
As so much of my daily
life throughout my life,
has been me saying,

Excuse my state My headaches.

But my thought to add today is this pain maybe a bit of stress from all the pain I feel for all the world. As we mourn the lives of humans of this earth. Good and evil in the end is still a human life that should have had some value to someone. May all around the world from all evil in the past few weeks pray to their God or deity for a quiet time in some part of the world. Peace out!!
Willard Wells
Written by
Willard Wells  Sacramento, CA. USA
(Sacramento, CA. USA)   
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