storm clouds low and angry
drawing hoary climes
the divinity of the many
stanza’s of bold rhymes
A maelstrom of awareness
a suffering that calls
forth ugly momentum
that rock the varied halls
just an ulcer on an ankle
and a need to ratify
such weakened flesh and
ruptured skin
asking really why
the circulation blockage
the salve had tragically
given way to absorption
And degrees of agony
nursing coming daily
a world turned upside down
little help from anyone
negected we now drown
our sorrows in the meagreness
the fearfulness the fright
rebuked by all and sundry
in what is our maiden flight
and then the palliative enquiring tones
of Shazz at Rothschild House
a surgery expressing hope
for one whose vital bones
creak with pain and agony
a tiny voice of reason
giving way to love and care
our sorrows in the meagreness
rage fearfulfully aware
rebuked by all and sundry
a tiny bird doth share
grapplimg somewhat tearfully
with the agony of blight
comforting expressing
a calming caring sleight
of empathy, and loving
a calm respect in hand
a reason to be thoughtful
and to truly understand.