THEIRS A WEIGHT ON MY MIND

Sometimes I shimmer,
Sometimes I shake.
I wish that my brain,
Would give me a break.

Theirs a weight on my mind
That's hard to define. It's
hard for me I must confess.

Maybe it's my time I guess,
To get it of my chest,
No pun intended.

It seems strange to me,
That my arterial veins,
Have closed for the season.

Though I don't wish too try,
My gut is trying to tell me why.
As liquid swells in my eyes.

So okay I've been told,
I'm not allowed to drive.
At least I know I'm alive.

Here I go test after test,
To stop me from going,
To my eternal rest.

Been told that probably
A tiny monitor in my chest.
May help them to see.

Just what is wrong with me,
But only if I collapse again,
Until then I'll have to wait and see.

Although I must confess,
As I'm writing this; I can
feel a pain, within my chest.



Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-02-18 at 15:14

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Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh, Alan. Your powerful poetry makes me so aware of how difficult growing old is, especially with serious medical conditions. Also, this one speaks to the medical side where we want answers and get suggestions and then, more waiting.

Hugs.
Melinda
2026-02-19


Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Your poems are so often heartfelt ways of expressing the real life: Your real life. You are to be applauded, Alan, for your stoic determination to persist. Even amid the cacophony of the World your light shines bright. Blessings, Allen
2026-02-19