The View From My Bed

'The view from my bed' The view from my bed As pain pours through my head Vision is blurred Voices are slurred The pillows feel hard My view of things marred As night turns to day Can't shift my dismay I toss and I turn But the view starts to burn No rest or a break From this pain do I take Don't see out the window Can't stand any light Lie here unmoving Till day turns to night Sick of this feeling I can't move my head Wish I could stop watching The view from my bed 'The view from my bed' By Victoria Payne Jan 2017