A Loner With A Stoma
A LONER WITH A STOMA.
Laughter simply drained from me
after I gained my ostomy.
It turned out just as I had feared
as all my friends just disappeared.
I don’t know where or why they went
after all the time we spent.
No longer seen around with me
and that’s down to my ostomy.
I was bereft within myself
for feeling left upon the shelf.
And I was lonely as could be
this can only be the ostomy.
I think as far as I could tell
they would be put off by the smell.
But as my stoma makes no scents
to blame aroma makes no sense.
Furthermore, there’s more to it
than stink and smell when stoma’s spit.
Maybe it’s fear brings them to go
about the things that they don’t know.
The clever bit is they depart
as if ‘they’ never shit or fart.
And then they feel they really must
up and go and show disgust.
But I’m disgusted in the end
with every maladjusted friend.
To go and treat a friend like this
they don’t know what friendship is.
So I now walk or sit alone
with bits of talking on the phone.
Or I come on the internet
to see what company I get.
B. Withers 2013
(My thanks to Ragdoll and transmission man for their blogs which privided the general concept for this verse)