Poem -
Creak + Moan
the orderlies come
towing their lives
curtains go swish
sun's in it smiles
the walls are my ally
they stare back at me
conspirators we
in the things we can see
a tea trolly rattles
tiles creak and moan
random screams somewhere
it's good to be home
doctors rake fingernails
scraping my brain
machines whiz and whir
suck out the pain
orderlies come
towing their lives
curtains go swish
suns gone, it dies
a tea trolly rattles
tiles creak and moan
random screams somewhere
It's good to be home
the walls are my ally
they stare back at me
conspirators we
In the things they can't see
M P 31/7/22
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Make me feel write at home why dont'cha .. I can remember a few years back (well quite a few really) when I arrived early for a ward round in the hope of a good strong cup of coffee after a heavy night before (if ya know wot I mean) ... I'm sure you do ....... Anyway, for some inexplicable reason (alcohol poisoning excluded) I took a funny turn and woke up in one of the old seclusion rooms .. and the rest is remarkably well documented in your 'Creak & Moan' ... I've never touched Newcastle brown ale or Pernod ever again ....................................... Neville x
Oh god...poor you Nev...glad...sorry? Lol...you could identify 😆X
hic No prob M hic x
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