The Light Shifts Through The Room Poem by Zyw Zywa

The Light Shifts Through The Room



In bed I don't imagine
to be a warrior, I lie back
and let the disaster year occur

the inconveniences of my body
when waking up at night
and when it's time

to pee, to wash, to shake
up the pillows and to drink
something to start

the day, the light
that shifts through the room
and the visitors, the friends

who love me, just happy
to be with me, almost carefree
about my fate, just being themselves

as good fairies, strong fairies
of flesh and blood like me
in the survival game

I press weakly the hand
upon my hand, it's the last
thing it comes down to

Tuesday, September 21, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: friendship
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
'Beyond Reason - Beyond Guidance - Beyond Salvation' (Disaster Year 1678 in the Netherlands) --- For Maria Godschalk #136 --- Collection 'On living on'
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