A Spoonful Of Sugar Poem by Robin Bennett

Life turns black and glossy,
and yet again the nightmares
paralyze my interrupted mind.
One tiny teaspoon of sanity
you force feed against my
martyred lips rings hallow. My mind
giggles at the gesture, and I toss
myself on a bed of roses, thorns and all.

Waking is playing hide and go seek
with the sun. Now, I choke on another
paltry dose of sanity and scour the blood
from where the thorns have stabbed me.
I'm no stranger here. Sad and withered.
Just like the roses, that perished under me.
My grief asphyxiated them. They bowed
insanely at the winds of my storm filled
blank blue eyes.

I'm trapped somewhere between despair
and Armageddon. I hear a whisper, " it's not
the end of the world." I shudder when you speak.
How do I explain this to the girl in my dreams?
(the girl is always me)

She is holding a daisy, with half the petals remaining.
Her future on hold somewhere between, ‘he loves me not'
and ‘ who gives a damn about me anyway.' A spoonful of
sugar helps the sanity go down.