SOME DAYS
Today I am in bed, my wheels in a corner,
Bored and dusty.
Sometimes it hurts inside and out.
I wait for you.
Sometimes I feel a little,
Just a LITTLE,
Sorry for myself.
Soon they will try to fix a little bit.
Perhaps my world will expand
beyond this room and hospitals.
Will you be there for me
When I wake up?
And talk to me and hold my hand?
I do not need to walk,
Walking is just secondary,
Strange as it may sound.
As long as you are here,
And pain is less,
There's nothing that I fear.
Just to hear your voice
Telling me I will be all good,
All fine?
I want my wheels
with me inside
Racing!
With you running behind me
Out of breath. Now wouldn't
that be nice?
***
Poem by Darren White
Written for a Goodreads Prompt
October 31, 2016
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