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