Thursday, 3 April 2008

poem Is Anyone there? by Lorna Cameron

Is anyone there?

At first I was afraid …..I was petrified

What’s wrong?

You cannot see me?

I am the same of course

as I always was

am I not?

You’re just not looking, are you?

You only see the wheels

The chair…. perhaps.

I can’t talk, but can listen

although ramblings confuse.


I hear your mind, within your blindness

To comprehend it…I’d have to be you!

The last thing on my mind!


We could always talk to her

I suppose, I hear your thoughts!

By why would we want to?

What can she do for us now, I hear!

Let's just talk amongst ourselves

It’ll be easier, she needs to rest

Behind closed doors

A different story

They know best

Why would they ask?


I hear your mind….. within your blindness

To comprehend it…I’d have to be you!

The last thing on my mind!


Enquiring are you?

Can I unravel ….the grey windmills of the mind?

To make it easier on you

Should I make a joke.... there that’ll help!

Try pushing the chair with wheels

Imagine yourself as the carted one!

That I once found the sun when I was unbroken

Before the unpleasantness

Of your emotional hell!


I hear your mind….. within your blindness

To comprehend it…I’d have to be you!

The last thing on my mind!


Transgress.....

...Now it’s my emotional limbo

You are too much baggage for my destiny

Emotional heaven!

Why, she’s not in!

Convenient!

the lame excuses you all make

when you kick me out

Rest easy with your dull

Passionless mirrors

Uncompassionate to the core.


I hear your mind….. within your blindness

To comprehend it…I’d have to be you!

The last thing on my mind!


At one time I believe them...

...to be different

As I have witnessed.

Before the sly look of the fox

Why I can smell the guilt...

....mass of sheer selfishness,

Hardened hearts!


I hear your mind….. within your blindness

To comprehend it…I’d have to be you!

The last thing on my mind


Not so far from the one who bore me

What’s her name again?

Doesn’t matter

She didn’t fit the job description

Generations blinded

Unworthy criteria.

Go on pass the buck, its all my fault!

Stare into the mirror, convince yourself

Seek behind those eyes you despise...

.....YOUR MIRROR

Why should you feel empathy?

Ah, I see no-one taught you

Could they of?

Should they of?


I hear your mind….. within your blindness

To comprehend it… you’d have to be me!

The first thing in my heart!


Try pushing the chair with wheels

It doesn’t hurt!

Only some folks cross to the other side

The street is darker there

They cannot see the sun that shines...

....from the chair with wheels

I can stand the pain, don’t worry!

The physical, metaphysical

The mind more so, also don’t forget the senses

Surprisingly, heightened….. another dimention.


I hear your mind….. within your blindness

To comprehend it…You'd have to be me!

The First thing in my heart!


Well, there you are, an opening for you

Yes I have a heart and soul,

A task, maybe not, go on try it.

How familiar for you to look outward.....

.....inward, don't you know?

How predictable to want me imprisoned.

We’re not ashamed of the chair, just you.

I only want to get better, be outdoors.


By the way

now that I can speak

I want a divorce!

By Lorna Cameron.

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