Love Inside My Head 1940 Poem by Terry Collett

There are cries
and the sound of rushing
and voices high.

I stare into the blackness
with my blind eyes
and turn my head
following the noise.

I sit up
balancing myself
on my leg stumps
hands each side
of my hips.

What's going on?
I call
what's happened?

Someone comes
beside my bed.

Girls got bombed
in the jam factory
the voice said
many killed
others covered
in hot sugar.

The voice went off
I wanted to get up
but I could go
now where
without legs.

I lay down again
peering into the darkness
wishing Clive was there
not dead some place
or where is Philip?

I lay my head
on the pillow
wanting him there
beside me on the bed
making love to me
inside my head.