His words are dim. My ears ringing, I'm faint,
But emotionless, unfeeling and thin.
Inside me, I sense the invaders taint,
Small and solid, formed of all my best sins.
I stand. I leave. Discussion is pointless.
Nothing has changed. My way home is the same.
My bed familiar. Tired, I undress.
Three in the afternoon. I feel no shame.
Agony wakes me. Painkillers popped dry,
Followed by six hours glued to the box,
Kind company for a man such as I.
Morning comes. Coffee, and the front door knocks.
My grandchildren tear round the kitchen untamed
Nothing has changed. My life is the same.
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