When life stands still and all around
time ticks away its beat;
air thick to breathe, yet every sense
my mind is buzzing fast,
but all the while, I’m looking at
the life that was once mine
as normal things continue on
as shock attacks within.
My days are blurred – reality
so cruelly swept away.
The little things are nothing as
my whole life’s put on hold
I’m willing he’ll recover – it’s
the tears, uplifting joy.
Restored from pale and listless to
my rough and tumble boy.
© Nicky Clifford, 2016