Illness

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Dad Ceased To Be Alive

Dad Ceased To Be Alive

Half a decade ago today, Dad ceased to be alive.
Five years ago, Dad died at the age of sixty-five...

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Peacefully

Peacefully

You went in your sleep
we didn’t hear a peep
the way you always wanted to go
it it...

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It Matters

It Matters

At some stage matter
has the last word and
wins over mind
as we all die of something

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Do You Understand?

Do You Understand?

Do you understand
I am dying?
Do you understand I am crying?
Do you understand
...

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My Dear Friend

My Dear Friend

Breathe.
Just breathe.
It'll be okay.

Take it on and enjoy the misery,
You don...

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dancing with Dementia

dancing with Dementia

I danced Boogie Woogie
with the boy from Company B,
just by chance...
I saw him in...

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MAN FLU

MAN FLU

Man flu is overtaking me I have a cough and cold
The deadly lurgy has struck and illness is taking...

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There's Something...

There's Something Wrong with Mary Jane

There’s something wrong with Mary Jane,
I fear as though she’s gone insane.
Now something’s...

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The needle's kiss

The needle's kiss

It's that time of the week again;
when I feel a little queasy,
somewhat out of sorts,
...

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Bathing in broken glass

Bathing in broken glass

All I want is some peace and quiet;
and for these trains to stop running through my head
as I...

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No Sense of Self

No Sense of Self

I set sail across the Circle of Willis
An anathema among mankind.

The vessel I’ve chosen is...

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DRAWING IN THE SKY

DRAWING IN THE SKY

Chemtrails being seen around the world...

Crisscross, Pentagrams, not the same as contrails......

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A SIMPLE PROCEDURE

That's what they said but I was the one having it,
enough drama, uncertainty to make you want to...

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Wiped out

Wiped out but carrying on,
taken from under me,
nothing will stop me till my last flame has...

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Ye Old Grave Digger

Ye Old Grave Digger

Gravedigger digs, a tired knave;
another death—another grave.
A sigh he casts towards trees...

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A Lifetime in 32 Minutes.

A Lifetime in 32 Minutes.

He didn’t look well, far from it.
Once olive skin rebelled to
a strong, custard hue.
...

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The Unspoken Word

voices hush, eyes dart away,
you’re changing the topic
didn’t you hear me say?
it...