A Bloody Awful Night!

Self-explanatory.

 

By Stanley Collymore

 

Slept fitfully during the night vacating my bed at times to go

to the loo, an urgent necessity I must say as this recent bout

of incontinence I’ve been irritatingly having remorselessly

continues to have its sway. The aforesaid activity now

finally done and me back in bed instead of my quickly

falling asleep again and getting some much needed

 rest that my physically and mentally traumatized

body could well do with I annoyingly lay wide

awake desperately yearning in my disturbed state to mercifully

fall asleep, but does that happen? Not on your nelly as my

aching joints begin to constantly and cruelly play up

something awesome and so the entire bloody mess

of what’s unjustly and painfully happening to

me relentlessly goes on. And after all

 that who given the excruciating

agony of such awful physical

and psychological distress

would seriously and

involuntarily, let

alone willingly,

want to be so

comprised as

I was in

all this?

 

© Stanley V. Collymore

17 March 2017.

 

 

Author’s Comments:

This poem wasn’t written with any intellectual or academic pursuit in mind or because it was intended as a means of conveying any inspirational or instructive message to anybody. It most certainly wasn’t I can assure you! The motive behind it, if you can call it that, is that it was born of a situation where I was totally pissed off due to a lack of sleep and no matter how much or how hard I tried to remedy that state of affairs there was no respite to it. So with those frustrating thoughts running fervently and inescapably through my mind I usefully employed the time to pen this poem. So here it is and you’re perfectly at liberty to make of it what you will!