2010/09/17 Miracle Poem by Margaret Alice

2010/09/17 Miracle



Left without the fire of desire after taking in
toxic poisons, starting the Russian roulette
swallowing all pills in my possession, taking
them in twos, any change is fine, even sinking
deeper in depression is better than hanging in
the space between the Dungeon Dimensions
and reality such as it appears

There is nothing I fear more than being caught
in boredom, even barbed-wire thoughts painfully
exploding in my consciousness is better than ‘die
Langeweile’ - one Taugenichts reporting for duty
any feeling will do to take away the lethargy, aaah
I am growing sleepy, this is much better, now to
continue doing boring routine work

How other people remain sane while typing inane
lines of useless terms is a miracle too high for me
to understand…

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Margaret Alice

Margaret Alice

Pretoria - South Africa
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