Lost At Sea Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Lost At Sea



We are leaving on holiday and Quasimodo has
taken over, my hunchback is the result of over-
eating, the mirror reveals swollen eyes and face
I ate party food the past weekend - but why do I
have to resemble a codfish or halibut?

And I feel so frustrated - what on earth is wrong in
my subconscious because in reality everything's
fine - I made my peace with being unbalanced - I
used to think- but now I'm not so sure, why should
Quasimodo take over at a time like this?

He looks terrible in my clothes and I feel terrible with
his mind, all messed-up and lost, wish I could regain
my own mind - lost at sea and I've lost the frequency
to make contact with it…

[23 September 2014]

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