CREAKING DOORS
Today's the day, My mind said.Slowly spinning as it got outta breath.
Only went to bed at two, One hour sleep.
To the bathroom and back, on aged feet.
Glanced out through the window, Into the night.
To watch the water flow, Watching raindrops.
As they bounced down the road. As though.
They had a desire, Of somewhere else to go.
Climbing back into bed, All truly puffed out.
As though I'd done a trek, Up mount everest.
Don't mean to fuss, I used to walk very far.
As a conductor on a bus, Didn't need a car.
It's three forty seven, Better try to sleep.
Strange to strive, For trivial things that
will keep. Heart beats, Trying to take flight.
Minds trying to make sense of the night.
An avalanche of pain hits my legs,
As I suddenly realise I slept. It's
becoming increasingly difficult for me,
As all I hear is the ticking of a watch.
I have a car but I'm not allowed to drive,
Don't drink or smoke but I'm still alive.
Have mixed dementia but can still think
I only have a small glass off fizzy drink
If my heart isn't the problem then I guess,
The problem must off been me. For all
my trials and tribulations I feel blessed,
For as you know, Creaking doors last longest.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2026-02-20 at 08:08
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