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
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Written on 2026-02-18 at 15:14
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