Lift Me

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

Cure me -
please -
of fatigue

If of nothing else - if you can -
without causing side effects -
leaving me somewhat replete .../


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Zero Four Thirty

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For a man who has done his natural duty, death is as natural as sleep. GS Here we meet again you no longer a friend you jolt – a waking itch this drugged portend This unnatural discontent which sleep is for me it is a sickly thing It is as if rest itself is my disease...


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End of Hours

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

This rumbling fatigue
steals my concentration

like my thief of comfort
it leaves me tilted ...


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The Tide Mill

By Mike Bell Poetry No comments

This unwelcome wash of fatigue – a tide – a fall from awareness – felt in tipped eyes – cross-stitched by my ill-fit disease – me – an early riser – not any longer – as this wave drags   Mike Bell Poetry Mike Bell aims to write 10,000 poems, stick them up here one...


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