Now you know I'm made of stone and only dream <br />of flying and shall never stop until I fall and die, <br />though at present it feels as if I'm falling, but I'm <br />stalling in accepting this Requiem of Death <br /> <br />Always believing tomorrow will be another day; <br />I'm in need of stimulating conversation, oh, God <br />in Heaven, the stuff I find on earth is killing my <br />soul and smothering my life - how can we all <br /> <br />be without any growth or changing of direction? <br />I know the magic must first be in me myself, in <br />my prism-thoughts and feelings; it cannot come <br />from outside, but the fountain has run dry <br /> <br />Temporarily, I surmise - still; a little death is still <br />dead and losing something, even only for a while, <br />is just too much to bear in stony silence! I feel <br />like screeching in high-pitched soprano - <br /> <br />'I'm bored, I'm suffocating in the nothingness; <br />help or let me die and find the lovely regions <br />of the notorious afterlife - in the sky! ' <br /> <br />What terrible judgment can you or anybody <br />else pronounce over me so I can become <br />contrite and reconciled with my fate of <br />living such a boring life – <br /> <br />I KNOW the fault is mine; but telling me <br />off as being bad might awaken my dead <br />conscience and motivate my crocodilian <br />hand to start writing a translation <br /> <br />More boring than desert sand and just as <br />suffocating – which still enables me to be <br />free in between - by living life <br />in cyberspace!<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feelings-in-my-prism-thoughts-and-feelings/
