I guess I have to make an observation, this blog is quite well read, I am not surprised the other blog is well read, but this blog is only about me pottering dozily along, I wonder why it is so well read?
I am sitting in bed, which is a highly comfy idea, I am tired and will probably sleep soon, even though I am in an unfamiliar place.

Poetry.

Dispossessed:

I am cold
I am confused
not sure where to turn
shaky and weak

where do I go
what do I do
life has changed
who will help me?

I turn this way and that
seeking comfort or hope
familiarity and warmth
but I am alone with my pain