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Escapee
Sometimes I go to my car
Which isn't very far
But during work time it can seem strange
As if I'm lost and out on the range
Sometimes I forget things
Important, useful, essential things
To do my work or I'll be lost
Can't have that now at my own cost
So I return to the vehicle
Luckily today I didn't cycle
To retrieve my cherished, beloved and innocent phone
...Monday 3rd June 2024 9:17 am
Support worker
Hoody, vape and tatt
All night I've been sat
Another coffee will wake me up
Here's a magazine, take my cup
Alone on the ward, feeling bored
My eyes crush a matchstick hoard
Marks and scuffs on the walls
Remind me of times, restraints and all
Long days and nights settle in my thoughts
Old faces, names, and incidences haunt
Decisions made, young people blamed
...Wednesday 24th January 2024 10:12 am
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