Feelings: Attack Of Killer-Allergens Poem by Margaret Alice

Friday night – still as bad as Friday itself,
still can’t gain control of my mind and
consciousness, noises still irritate and
normal pursuits fail to interest

Still haven’t recuperated from the latest
bout of lost concentration; watched TV
with the family; the BBC - the artificial
hilarity of “Black Adder”*; the poignancy

Of “Porridge”* with Fletcher once again
saving a mate, read assurances on the
Internet that life is supposed to be fun,
but the day is long gone

The only fun that I’ve had is the dream
I’ve conjured – Abraham of Esther-Hicks
fame says if the dream is good enough,
one need not experience the reality

I am content with the extent of my fantasy,
but please, please tell me, when will my brain
return to normal again, allergy-free; so I can
concentrate on the here and now

Without taking flight into a state of mind
that obviates the need for rational thought;
I would love to be able to think straight
for a while at least

Acting like a normal human being again,
even if only until the next attack of those
killer-allergens!

*Two BBC programmes (comedies) called “Black Adder” and “Porridge”