Cold Bed Poem by Edwin Hopper

Cold Bed



Can’t believe real life has ended so soon.
The nurse takes my bed pan with a fake smile
I’m watching repeats of Terry and June

They feed me liquidised mush with a spoon
Soiled underwear joins some stinking pile
Can’t believe real life has ended so soon.

I’ll do this in private? No. Not opportune.
My stench means Visitors only stay a while
I’m watching repeats of Terry and June

I’m ancient. It’s decades since my high noon.
My body is wrecked failing and vile
Can’t believe real life has ended so soon.

This world is dancing to a younger tune
Oh God can’t I end it all with some style?
I’m watching repeats of Terry and June

No esteem left. I’m howling at the moon
Clerks say I’m a bed blocker. They’re hostile.
Can’t believe real life has ended so soon.
I’m watching repeats of Terry and June

Saturday, August 22, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: boredom,death
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