a poem by David T Douglas

September 25, 2023
Waves and waves of sadness as the pandemic sets in
A playwright with no stages, what then?
Zoom plays it is, but no one attends
That’s when I learn I have no true friends

Waves and waves of pain in my leg and back
Time for bed, but of course sleep will lack
Electric shocks of variable intensity
Doctors are clueless, but prescriptions should cure me

Waves and waves of darkness engulf my head
I no longer care if I’m alive or dead
Why am I like this? I do not understand
I’ll do some research and get on the mend

Waves and waves of knowledge I learn of myself
Including ways sure to improve my health
Now it makes sense why I’m this way
A sensitive introvert who shows no emotion
A poker face with the heart of an ocean
It’s not my wheelchair that keeps others at bay
It’s my personality that pushes people away

Waves and waves of pain in my leg and back
Must be nighttime and my sleep will lack

Waves and waves of goodbyes never received
Leaving Texas after nine years, I am relieved
No one will miss me, no one cares
I’m just that dude who was in a wheelchair

Waves and waves of pain are at it again
Sometimes pain is my one and only friend
One more night without any sleep
Just another night in which I weep

Waves and waves of tears run down my face
I’ve grown accustomed to the salty taste
But it’s not sadness I feel today
I’m in a new town and feel goodness coming my way

Then they cry out to the Lord in their trouble, and He brings them out of their distresses. He calms the storm, so that its waves are still. Then they are glad because they are quiet; so He guides them to their desired haven.
Psalm 107:28–30