Thursday, 7 December 2017

DVT

A poem from 2017


Hot
It's hot there
And swollen
Bigger than the other
Immobile
Just sitting around
Just lying around
Concerned?
Of course
Enough to do something about it?
Well, maybe just wait and see what happens
Might go away on its own

Cramp
Leg in spasm
Sleeping badly
Just lying there
Fear rising
Panic setting in
Just stop
Breathe deeply
Might go away on its own

No feeling
What did he do to her?
Why is he numb?
Why doesn't he care?
What made his soul flabby?
Hates himself
Hates the world
Hates the girl
Or he would if he felt anything

But he does feel
He does feel


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