Bored With Own Consciousness 5.15.2008 Poem by Margaret Alice

If ever I leave a suicide note, it would read;
died of boredom, couldn’t stand my own mind
any more, bored with my own consciousness,
bored with routines, with limited awareness

Couldn’t penetrate psychic realms, couldn’t
experience the magic of the subconscious,
only read and heard of the delight of inspiration,
while held in the cold clutches of bleak

Motivation; this physical life is not worthwhile,
only pointing me in the right direction, making
it clear there is more to reality than physical
materialization, yet imprisoned in my mind

I have been a prisoner forever, never once did
a clairvoyant moment invade the coldness, I had
to stand outside longingly staring at mediums
and spiritualists in contact with non-physical

I’m too lonely in my mind, I’m dying of loneliness,
words from people outside is not reaching me,
either legal euthanasia in Holland, or illegal
mushrooms found in the garden

This lonely mind cannot go on, too much
coldness, too little epiphany...