Objects and things I can dream about <br />intrigue me, but political speeches close <br />my brain down, as I force my eyes to the <br />page of my translation document analysing <br />political history, the synapses stop flashing <br />and my brain cells stop working <br /> <br />Ere long I feel ill and have to take a walk <br />to wake up again, over and over I try to read <br />these boring lines, look at positive affirmations <br />but they only work if we really want to accomplish <br />something; I do not really want to repeat political <br />inanities so trying to indoctrinate myself <br /> <br />Is not working, I have eaten mountains of healthy <br />foods to make me strong to tackle my enemy, I have <br />taken medicines till they spill out through my ears, but <br />still I cannot carry out my task, I am a moral failure, my <br />conscience cannot guide me to carry out a job I am paid <br />for, I am willing to die the death of the ignominious <br /> <br />For my inability, I cannot force another morsel of food down <br />my throat, cannot read another positive affirmation; politics is <br />my nemesis, I cannot distance myself from the duplicity and <br />self-serving diplomacy; all the fairies have deserted me as <br />they cannot stand the inner turmoil as I try to kill myself in <br />an attempt to do what I hate and abhor <br /> <br />Another slow death is all that is left for my future…<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/another-slow-death/
