Michael Fischer Poems
Another Girl Robbed Of Her Esteem (When Will The Nightmare End?)
The demon takes shelter in her fear.
It awakens just prior to her slumber,
takes a hatchet to her insides,
and leaves her vulnerable in the night!
The jarring sounds from the outside
grow loud; none of them familiar.
She shakes in her striped tube socks
and slowly shrinks beneath her sheets.
Her world has almost tripled in size;
She is left to fend for herself.
Her voice has grown high-pitched
and her escape route is a dead end.
Her demon disappears in the darkness.
Its reflection hides in her bed.
Her demon? Her mirror image.
Ah, the sweet blissfulness of nostalgia;
it can be our hand tool
when the crazed institution called life
leaves us as an empty vagabond.
We can revisit
the gleaming moments of our past
and indulge ourselves
in the ardent summer sun it has to offer.