1 March 2013
In the care home, I am left, For hours on end, In my bed where I am kept,
I cannot talk, I had a stroke, Moved in here, My family couldn't cope,
Rehabilitation didn't work, So I am here, On my own, My thoughts are my fears,
I have no use of my arms, Stuck within a lifeless shell, Is not my idea of heaven, It's hell,
The staff are mostly, Very kind, But others to me, Are completely blind,
My particular nurse, Leaves me alone, I can't tell anyone, Can't use a phone,
I was left, In my own wee, For what felt like, An eternity,
Then I got, Shouted out, She screamed and hollered, "You stupid twat!"
It's not my fault, I've no control, I wish I could walk, I'd leave this hell hole,
I've got bed sores, From laying down, Not changing position, And they wonder why I frown,
It hurts, It's sore, My back is painful, And so redraw,
In my head, I scream and plead, For someone to listen, To care for me,
Mistakes have been made, It's just not fair, I need someone, To notice me, to care.
The Care-Less Home. • Opuss № I