AdriftA Poem by Justin FearnAnother 3am wake up call
I awake with the nights open glare
Shivering - considering laying there bare Reality split, confusion - adrift in this bewildering illusion With needle in hand, I prod and I poke, Tying to see through slumbering smoke. With a wince of a jab, thru scar I stab.... Diabetes is bad! © 2014 Justin FearnReviews
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