I didn't realise I could be so bored taking part in a three day sleep study. Turns out, extreme boredom makes you want to take a long nap. Shame I'm not allowed to nod off.
Lets face it, Work In Progress is bad poetry, but no lies were told!
Finally, someone stands up to Simon and his commands!
After being diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, I found it hard to communicate how I feel each day, so I chose to write free-form poetry.
This is a therapeutic free-write that I composed at work, days before having surgery in August 2015. I quit my job two weeks later and then jetted off to travel the world four weeks following that. Please bear in mind, this is a raw free-write, written in pain with a lot of anger.