Feels like a legion ants crawling
under my skin - every thought
triggers a feeling which causes
a mini-explosion in my body
sharp aches in my wrists
Lime cordial - that is the thing
never drink it again, whatever
I ate and drank tonight shall be
taboo, these symptoms are
terrible, being eaten alive
The bed an uneven rock and
my back so sore, bitter brilliance
of an allergy attack, skin shrinking
while my mind is blocked - cannot
find a pleasing thought, though
I have magnificent and light-hearted
obsessions enough to motivate me
all the time I can't access these
while the allergy holds sway
no sympathy sought
I have succeeded to make a mess
all by myself therefore I must extricate
myself, using the values and principles
I have found yet it feels as if I am
buried, arms bound
In a concrete cage, far from the knowledge
and help of human companions
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Hello poet Margaret. Happy New Year! I have been away from PH for a while, hope you are well. What an awesome descriptive poem, well done, I enjoyed, Loyd