Ill In Bed Poem by james watkin

Ill In Bed



Left, in a darkened room
Alone; but for them.
Thoughts; which, more demanding
For your attention
Now crowd round. Long-robed sages
With serious miens.
Debate life's meaning with you.
Its deep attraction.

Saturday, April 22, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: being ill,thoughts,life
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james watkin

james watkin

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