Ill In Bed
Left in a darkened room
Alone, but for them.
Thoughts; which more demanding
For your attention
Now crowd round. Long-robed sages.
With serious miens.
Debate life's meaning with you.
Its deep attraction.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2023
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