A Blue Shark In My bed

I’m lying in bed, hallucinating

They’ve given me too many pain killers

Swimming between soaked sheets

In an ocean of hot sweat

I see a blue shark in my bed

Angrily circling me

That killers glint in his eyes

His giant jaws open wide

And he viciously bites me

Piercing my lower neck

And poking my left eye out

My blood is boiling on the red sea

 

If this is hell, please ring the bell

I shall pray to save my soul, and be set free

I’m swirling in drugs, I cannot think

My eyes are shut, I cannot blink

Where are you mum

I was always your number one

She’d make me my favourite cake

A passion-fruit sponge she’d bake

I sense a benevolent friend, if he’s not too late

Smuggling me a gun, past white guards, inside mum’s cake

 

To you who cannot see me, I’m an ancient fable

Who’s about to leave the table

With the rest of the disabled

I’ll look for you, in your higher stables

How can I find my way back

I’ve lost my winding track

Life for me cannot be the same

I’m not recovering, I’m losing the game

Forgotten my name and where to aim

Destiny has me old and lame

 

 

Ivor  Steven (c)  2018

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

73 thoughts on “A Blue Shark In My bed”

    1. I’m battling away by myself, there’s nothing to do for me but rest and sleep, actually visitors would be too hard for me. I’ll go to the Doctor today to see if he can use a magic wand 😞😊Thank you ❤️ Colleen for your kind thoughts. It’s 5.15am here and I’ve had a reasonable sleep, my pillow is soaked from the pain in my head. And as I wake-up I’m maybe a little betterer xx

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      1. I hope the doctor can make you bettererer than betterer. I’m sorry for this pain Ivor. I know I can’t imagine it. But what I can imagine is bad enough. And I send you warm regards to place gently upon your brow. ❤

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      1. of course you are not dying … especially if you can still post poems like that! Get a grip man, but good idea to see him and ask a neighbour to drop in every twelve hours to chase those sharks away … please?

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  1. when i feel poorly i want mum too. you can do this Ivor, pain is such a horrible thing to manage. but you are taking all the right steps, just ease into the day, write when you are able, we are all always here for you, and cheering for you, you are not alone

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  2. Oh, no! 😦 and Oh, my! 😦
    Your poem expresses everything you have been going through,Ivor, and it helps us understand your pain and discomfort. Oh, gosh…I wish there was something I could do to help makes things better. But, I continue to send <3, prayers, healing thoughts, and comforting wishes to you.
    Can you see a doctor this week?
    Please rest and do what you need to do for yourself. You are not alone…we are all there with you in spirit and love.
    (((HUGS)))

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  3. Oh my, what a horrible thing happening to you Ivor. I like your sense of humour through it all. Big pain in your head for days must be hell. Sounds like you are getting good care.

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