Stroke, And Who’s Left To Row The Boat
The storms are too many to count.
Emotional lows had weathered me out.
And there’s another poem I’d written.
“Olive Eyes”, when she was found to be broken.
Below I’ve attached the poem link.
How much lower could our life sink.
After fourteen years of our struggles, I suffered a Stroke.
An ambulance came, my brain was in a boat.
Floating out to sea, overboard and panic-stricken.
I wasn’t swimming, barely awake, and drifting.
I had fallen, nothing was working, and not talking.
She’s crying, I’m sobbing, my heart is dying.
And who’s left to row the boat, I’m thinking.
I was jabbed with a needle and silently sleeping.
I awoke a day later, in hospital, feeling wasted.
My face was limp, mouth parched, was that death I tasted.
My mind was active, I thought where is she.
I knew I was bad, the room was all blurry to me.
Strong anxieties had set in, I needed to know.
Nurses came to me, I pleaded, I wanted to go.
“Help me to see her, just give my bed a tow.
Please let me go, before I’m covered in snow”.
“Olive Eyes”.. Link>> https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2019/04/12/olive-eyes/
Ivor Steven (c) May 2nd 2018