Limbo is not for me but some state of mind
It is truly a realm in which one you shall find
Treading water as the pain washes like a tide
As it ebbs out exhaustion ensures I now hide
Looking forward to when this is but memory
A battle to be won or a continuation of agony
There are islands of sanctuary but they are rare
Once over this turmoil how will I then truly fare
I want to believe this will no longer define me
But can no more plan or have a future I can see
When not affected its hard to remember I am ill
Of this chronic illness I have had beyond my fill
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Jonesy, just a human.
It's 8yrs since I started this blog. now in 2026 I am 59, and already medically retired due to chronic ill health. This site sets out my frustrations of how I see our country and world, and how I truly believe it needs to change.
I now absolutely believe democracy is either broken or a cruel hoax that was designed to keep society in its place, undrt the rule of what now we call The Establishment.
Iam still at time of writing this a SWE Registered Social Worker. I am unable to work but use my experience to aid and assist others pro bono.
In Lockdown I set up Vunteer Riders UK, we sourced, manufactured, delivered PPE throughout the pandemic, in excess of WHO standards, we got over 10,000,000 (10 million) pieces and sets out completely free of charge. Not a single penny changed hands. So when I see the corruption in The House of Commons and The House of Lords in regard to the Pandemic, I feel infuriated.
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