The Poetry of Primadonna Angela

Primadonna Angela


Lost in Thought

Entering the dominion
of the mind
Paralyzed confronting
passages of change and chance
Like a blind walking
inside an intricate maze.

Darkness imbues my mind
Lost--I can't think
Tell me how to escape
this torture, I'm moribund

The key is myself
I've been here many times
Each time I survive
I gleefully rejoice but
forget how I flee.

I'm lost
The maze is shimmering
I'm falling
I'm lost..
the next thing I know,
I'm free.

(29-03-1999)