Hell In Deep Freeze Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Only freedom of ideas is real, bondage simply is
a bondage of ideas because our IDEAS form our
reality - I am afraid I have run out of ideas today -
sitting here in the armoury where all is bound and
chained to their perceptions, limitation is the only
concept we know, limited to this time and space,
limited to saudade, nostalgia, wishing for peace
and contentment when hell is in deep freeze, my
head is burning with my soul smouldering in the
depths of Purgatory, longing for the oblivion of
sleep to melt the stone in my heart and give me
the strength to laugh at myself, looking such an
absurd, tragi-comic figure as a dwarf standing
at attention with an expressionless face just
as I learnt from studying Sam Vimes