RESTLESS

 

 

RESTLESS

 

 

shattered but even so

muscle mind and bloated

intestines resist

 

the urge to sleep

each yawn stifled

by fear

 

of what new ailment

will inhabit this aching

hulk of flesh skin and bones

 

should my defences fail

discomfort is all

both yielding and resisting

 

sup far too deeply

on a scarce reserve

of stamina

 

 

 

 

 

Malcolm Evison

00.35 18 March 2016

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