Irritation In Perplexed Confusion 7.29.2008 Poem by Margaret Alice

I have nothing with which to fight the pain
of irritation in perplexed confusion, noises
and sounds drive me insane and I cannot
find the cause of feeling

This threat and need for flight; the only thing
that keeps me here is the uncertainty what
would flee with me; if it would be me I take,
I might as well stay here

I cherish a memory of feeling so much better,
when my head seemed quite healthy; I try to
flee into concepts; an idea – anything –
but the suffocation remains the same

No help found in medication, if the cause is
psychosomatic, I should enumerate a list of
candidates for culprits; if fever shows its heat,
I shall know the reason for this malaise

Otherwise this is just chemical imbalances
manifesting in mental dissolution…