A wonderful new leave form,
a magnifying glass for the print
so minuscule, a plot of devilish
proportions
My carefully created, artificially orchestrated
happiness down the drain, my inner fires
not burning strong enough to face the boredom
of the sameness
Of another bureaucratic day, sitting quietly
becoming impossibility, astrogenetic sign
means something in my genes is forcing me
to seek a change of scene
As I remain sitting in my seat, my head overheats,
blowing some essential fuses, no more carrying
the burden of existence another single step,
recourse will be the pharmacy
Forcing intuition down into oblivion, trusting
my instincts means life will go awry, let me
push these feelings down, chemical
warfare in my brain…
Margaret Alice
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chemical-warfare-in-my-brain/
