Need to escape, but wherever I go my mental
station remains unchanged - yet I need to get
away from myself, my mindset; today I found
six children’s books in the library, tomorrow
I shall use these six portals into other worlds
to get away from my reality: Gran’s Dragon,
Phantom Roundabout, Twilight Ghost, Dial A
Ghost, The Golden Bird and Fenella Fang will
take me into supernatural worlds and thus my
escape from a static life into colourful dreams
is assured, staying in one place isn’t working
and Lobsang Rampa’s recommendations for
Pure thought and a tranquil mind isn’t helping,
I can’t suppress feelings and emotion registers
in flaming cheeks, even medication did not get
rid of the adrenaline-driven fight or flight mode
since overreacting is who I am - wrapped in a
blanket in the cold early mornings with
The air-con monster at full blast, then spraying
my face with water in the warm afternoon when
my colleague’s illegal heater is joined by the sun:
unable to change my being to reach Lobsang’s
ideals for spiritual growth I shall calm my un-
spiritual brain waves with lovely stories of
Ghosts in the attic and peaceful vampires not
wishing their quiet crypts to be disturbed…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem