"You just lie and rest"

They say he lies like the rest.

Your meds make you feel like dying - 


Take the rest. 


Do the world a favour,

What use are you now?

Bow out nice and graceful,

That always draws a crowd. 


To speak, I slur and drool,

Laughing stock it makes me.

You will never teach again,

Better in a hole. 


Wrap me safe in satin,

Best clothes obviously. 

Always loved to get away. 

Don't screw down the lid.

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◄ The Whispering Winds

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Louise Hogg

Thu 15th Jun 2017 21:02

A lot of poems written at this time are almost a stream of consciousness. It was a very dark period but I find looking back gives me a strength to move forward. Robert, your comments have drawn me to the poems with a reflective head on. I can almost see how hard my journey has been reflected through my work.

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Robert Mann

Thu 15th Jun 2017 14:58

Louise - the fact that you are still around to write about the experience is evidence of your strength. Don't ever give in to those inner voices. They serve only to erode esteem, confidence and feelings of worth. Take it from someone who knows!

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