Discordant Note Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Little stories for little people lifting my thoughts from
eternal battle and strife to survive life without hope in
a future except what I can fantasise, an ability almost
lost as Less-Than-Effective reaches for Mediocre – a
status I have not even reached yet and which I detest,
I suppose Fully-Dysfunctional suits me better; constant
battle in my mind is not all that much fun

Living in a perfect world where I am the only discordant
note, being the only failure tolerated among my seniors
who love routine and doing boring tasks without going
out of their minds; I stopped making up stories and life
lost all its colour and spice – so I shall make up stories
again and put in all the beautiful things I missed so
much, taking care not to involve anyone else

Except the characters of my favourite authors, they do
not mind me being stupid and lost, they kick-start the
games that give zest to life, looking beyond the surface
to see the dreams that no-one ever need to bring alive
for them to give meaning to every idealistic treatise I
love to read, strengthening belief in an expanded
consciousness when my body dies and I shall

Break free from this perfect world in which we live...