(A trio of poems concerning the JR hospital Oxford)
I know she cries when she leaves
she doesn’t know
I see her reflected in the corridor window,
it’s seeing me wear pyjamas in the daytime
and knowing how I hate it
she knows duvet days aren’t my style
the last thing I would do,
but it’s part of this captivity
the gentle chord that bonds
that says you do not have control,
so I break the day into hours
keep busy and tell myself
not to sleep in the daytime
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© Graham Sherwood 06/21
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