A Plea


Doctor, doctor
What have you got to loose?
I need you to
Spend a week in my shoes.

After a night of not sleeping well
You wake up, (barely),
Unrested and feeling like Hell.

You sit up on the edge of the bed
And feel so dizzy and achy
With a pain in the head

You need to go potty
Lumber painfully to the can
and it trickles out slowly
it's and effort to stand.

You slowly get dressed,
wash your face, comb your hair.
You look in the mirror
Who the hell is that there?

You wander to the kitchen
your feet like wooden blocks,
even with carpet,
it's like walking on rocks.

You don't really feel hungry,
But know you should eat,
or those pills you need to take
will turn your tummy to raw meat.

If it's a good day,
you can wash a load of clothes,
and maybe even get them in the dryer,
depending on how this day goes.

As the day goes on
Your head is in pain
but you know you need the pills later
this seems so insane.

Finally you can't take it
and you take the pain med,
but you've waited too long
and the pain wins instead.

You lie on the couch,
hoping the pain will abate,
you need to make supper
for your special mate.

When the time comes
despite how you feel
you sit on a stool,
while making the meal.

You know in 2 hours
you can take another pill
maybe this one will work?
you desperately hope that it will.

It's finally bedtime
the second pill is taken
the headache is dulled
but not completely shaken.

You feel so tired,
and yet you can't sleep
Doctor, do you think
You can take this for a week?
Cathy Beedle

Pain


I don't know how long I can hold on
The pain goes on..and on..and on
Pain is a knife...
Cutting away my life.
A knife that cuts away the years,
Bringing on a flood of tears
That no longer can I keep at bay
For life for me is being sliced away.
All my tests show not that bad,
Why can't they see why I'm so sad?
Things aren't working the way they should,
My body tells me, this isn't good.
So I give up, pain is now me
I no longer have an identity ...
Except the pain that fills my brain
And makes me feel that I'm going insane.
So how long do I have to wait?
Years from now, will this pain abate?
Or will the slicing never cease?
Until the day that I decease?
There is not much of me left now,
I honestly cannot say how
Much longer I can live this way
If I do anything... I must pay.
So few people realize how much,
Because their lives, it hasn't touched,
We suffer in a different league,
Its pain and aches and not just fatigue.
And going away I also find,
Is part and parcel of my mind.
The knife has cut it too, I fear...
I seal this ending, with my tears.
Cathy Beedle

FRIENDS WITHOUT FACES

We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens

We all have to wonder, what this possibly means.

With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze

Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.

We chat with each other, we type all our woes

Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.

We wait for somebody, to type out our name

We want recognition, but it is always the same.

We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt

In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.

We do form friendships - but - why we don't know

But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.

Why is it on screen, we can be so bold

Telling our secrets, that have never been told.

Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind

With those we can't see, as though we were blind.

The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.

We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.

We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must

So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust.

Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains

They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names.

Author Unknown