Margaret Alice Second

Gold Star - 16,370 Points (24 January 1961 / South Africa)

Intense Distress [cor] - Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Cradling a bottle of frozen water, standing here in
tears, treading water going under, haven't slept a
wink after Lord and Master of the Crocodile Castle
turned into Prima Donna doing the dying stance of
Violetta in La Traviata, declared - one hand on his
forehead, eyes staring into the abyssal deep -

'Ah, terrible problems at work, can't tell you, can't
tell anyone, hush-hush, confidential, high security
risk…' - overpowering feeling of doom created by
his melodramatic act, I implore him to elucidate -
he refuses knowing nothing can be as bad as his
mysterious portentous boding act suggests -

Happily he trips off to bed, his mind at rest, and
sleeps like a baby while I'm stuck in the deepest
end of the abyssal depth, only me, the BBC and
strange worms living on methane bubbling up in
under-sea volcanoes, alone, my mind spewing
forth mysterious menacing scenarios which

Manifest in horrendous headaches, I'm standing
here wearing purple storm clouds while stuck in
the Black Hole in my head sucking in all light so
nothing can terminate the intense distress of the
lightning abysmal storm derailing life

Topic(s) of this poem: depression, distress, feelings

Comments about Intense Distress [cor] by Margaret Alice Second

  • Life Sparkles (1/12/2016 12:59:00 AM)

    you got only two choices

    fear or love

    what won't work out for our best good?
    education is always worthwhile too
    fresh starts are exciting

    cross your fingers?

    so it all ends in 10 days, now what?
    sounds fun!
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 12, 2016

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