Days Of Dread

Poems By ken makepeace

Days of dread. Days of lying in my bed, wishing for my symptoms

to vanish; but to my dismay, they seem like they are here to stay

So I’ll consult a doctor to help me take all my ills away. But what

will he give me to take? For goodness sake, not more antibiotics

Makes you want to feel chronic, but all I want to be is bionic, and to

chase all my pains away, but knowing my luck – that will be the


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