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The cloths of heaven

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It is the absence that appals

Locked windows

White walls

Chemotherapy exchange

Deep night invading day,

Has that bird called Hope flown away? 

I walk around muttering,

Now the background buzz

Of machines

Is hushed by nurses

My mind is a stone

Sinking

My heart a frozen block of ice

And nothing, no nothing, will suffice.

Time flees to young oncology

And is welcomed

 ‘How long, for how long?’

The glint-eyed hawk

Of the imagination sweeps

Over me

As I rehearse my lines

And conjugations

Most carefully.

◄ To the crags, where eagles soar

The Alpha and Omega ►

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Martin Elder

Tue 7th Aug 2018 22:36

some excellent description here I almost imagine the subject pacing whilst talking to themselves.
Nice one

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Taylor Crowshaw

Tue 7th Aug 2018 15:55

A must read. Thank you for sharing. ?

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Hazel ettridge

Tue 7th Aug 2018 07:40

So very raw, especially those last 3 lines.

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