The Re-entry

Bent to the will of your illness,
you sit twisted, trapped in the leather
chair from which you rarely escape.
Pain grips and then wrings your body,
squeezing out words on puffs of air.
We relax, begin to chat,
make sure that our talk never strays from the past,
and so, for a while, forget what the future holds.
When it's time to leave
I haul myself off the sofa,
drag myself from years gone by.
But you're still there,
for you've tried to stand,
had a funny 'turn' -
dropped 2 foot and 10 years to burn,
angrily, from the wreckage of 'now'.

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Biography

I am 37,and live in Staffordshire England. I have had over 100 poems published in UK print magazines including:Outposts, Pennine Platform, Poetry Nottingham,Poetry Bradford, Fire and Sepia. My work has appeared on line at: Poetry Kit, Snakeskin, Bonfire, Poetry Mag.com, Apples and Oranges, Stirring, Limestone, ShallowEND, Mindfire, This Poetry Site, Poem Box and Electric Acorn.