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| I've had a topper couple of days being pampered at a beautiful spa hotel (Alexander House in West Sussex, highly recommended for all southern based types, it's fucking lush). I'll do a proper blog in a couple of hours but for now (I'm afraid) it's another new poem about going back in to hospital:- the consuming dread of going back to where I'm given pain and sickness, the needle in my veins sending fire through my body, my head bursts, my fists clench, my eyes burn like fiery coals in their sockets, but still the pump pushes it in me with metromic boredom, my veins blacken as the sickness descends, robbing me of all vitality, I lie staring at a dismal watercolour, the artists disinterest evident in every stroke, I've always loved hard and tried to be the best man I can be yet I face so much pain, Staring death in the face at such a paltry age, what's doing this to me? why am I being pushed so hard? One day I'll see that beautiful light, feel the redemption, be warmed | ||
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