'Like A Fiend 25/11/09 Poem by Margaret Alice

I am looking for the self-confidence
and trust lost when I stopped dreaming
eyes confined to sensory reality, I cannot
breathe, there is no space for me, nauseous
with fear I am sitting here

The image of this world will suffocate me,
I decide to evacuate my body, I cannot stay
here, head contracting in pain, I shall serve
as required, but my visions will make my
arms strong, protect my thoughts

Provide the oxygen, be the sweet nectar
that fills my heart with joy I need to smile,
without a happy idea time imprisons me
in an empty, dark place, once the vision
is in place, I shall work like a fiend!