Forbidden Delights Poem by Margaret Alice

I slept last night, at least I slept,
though I slept on the floor; I’m
alive this morning, though my
head’s still sore

I’m trying to conjure a fantasy
to escape the pain in my ears, to
concentrate on positive memories,
to relive good times

In order to feel better right here
but the pain is unrelenting – how
dare I eat where sea-food is served;
how dare I imitate

A normal human being - the Allergy
is a furious task-master, requiring total
submission to rules, complete obedience,
making me suffer

Whenever I try forbidden delights...