I need space to write my poetry
Away ye demons; let true peace find me
I cannot write when scruples sting my soul
I know I’m broken; I was never whole
The space I need is neither room nor chair
It is a space within my heart; it’s bare
My thoughts are channelled to this sanctum near
Where God burns bright and Moses stands in fear
When exposed to brightness not so dear
My mind is wrecked; I wonder why I’m here.
We need protection; ignorant of the way
Thoughts may cut us off, both night and day.
Tremble by the sacred Fires within;
Protect them from the politicians’ whim