I know it is in the mind,
these long dragged out
moments of disrepair, of broken
down machine inside fragile skin,
but that doesn’t help,
for those thoughts
of neglect, of bottomless
Universal humour
are always willing and able
to give me the broken eye socket,
the bleeding eye and bruises;
I know that, but still
the blows keep coming.
Ian D. Hall 2017