IN DARK DREAMS.

The dreams of searching the hospital once more for a dead son.

In dark dreams
I walk again
those empty
hospital corridors

with their dull lights
and smell of disinfect
and death
in those dreams

I look for you again
my son
passing by
the blanks faces

of others
looking at
their eyes
for glimpses of life

or concern
or such  
as humans
sometimes have

I go by
room after room
pass porters
pushing

the occasional trolley
by the various
side wards
passing by

the bright lights
of hospital shops
in the dream
I am hoping

to find you once more
sitting there
on the bed
your back turned

your head lowered
but this time
I am hoping
for a healthier you

my son
not one so ill
so lost
in this dream

sunlight shines
through the window
of the small ward
a bird sings

not that dull curtain
the murmur
of voices
the usual limbo like

air about the place
this time my son
I wish to find you well
looking at me
In dark dreams
I walk again
those empty
hospital corridors

with their dull lights
and smell of disinfect
and death
in those dreams

I look for you again
my son
passing by
the blanks faces

of others
looking at
their eyes
for glimpses of life

or concern
or such  
as humans
sometimes have

I go by
room after room
pass porters
pushing

the occasional trolley
by the various
side wards
passing by

the bright lights
of hospital shops
in the dream
I am hoping

to find you once more
sitting there
on the bed
your back turned

your head lowered
but this time
I am hoping
for a healthier you

my son
not one so ill
so lost
in this dream

sunlight shines
through the window
of the small ward
a bird sings

not that dull curtain
the murmur
of voices
the usual limbo like

air about the place
this time my son
I wish to find you well
looking at me

with your own
familiar smile
not that haunted
expression

and tired eyes
that draw from me
a steam

with your own
familiar smile
not that haunted
expression

and tired eyes
that draw from me
a steam
of deep felt cries.

Reviews

[Penlady]

There are dreams and then, there are nightmares, you're in a conundrum, not wanting to awaken from the dream until you find your Ole, healthy and new but still knowing that when you awaken the nightmare still exists...this poem is exquisitely felt! Only time and the purge in your writing will keep you Terry, until some of the pain is eased...hugs

[Terry Collett]

Thank you, dear penlady. x

[K.N. Lorenzen]

looking at
their eyes
for glimpses of life

or concern
or such
as humans
sometimes have


The impotence of paternal care, described so heartachingly pure!!!!

[Terry Collett]

Thank you, Listmaker.

[K. Louis]

intense write..and repetitions that didn't take away.

[Terry Collett]

Thank you, K. Louis.