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Written and read by Dawe, also read by Katz.

Chronic illness and the drugs that are used to treat it have an impact that pervades every aspect of life and living.


I’ve no taste now to introduce The topic that revolves my mind – Nay, not a topic; there’s no kind Of order governing the loose, The sultry, savage, things I find.

For in my skull there lurks a mist Which cankers every spark of thought, Which knows but miseries forgot, And succours sins I would resist, And cheapens triumphs I have sought.

(Dawe 2017)



This poem currently has been narrated twice. The first is by Katz (#katz) and the second is by the poet. Dawe (#dawe)

This work was initially published on Bedfest, a closed Facebook group for people with Myalgic encephalomyelitis (ME)


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Image is Pablo Picasso 1962-1973: 1.962 Buste de femme II

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