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!
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.