Alas, for she cannot be Conquered

There is a feeling of the mind—
slipping away, cells dying and
an increase of dizziness, of confusion
upon standing up and facing
an afternoon of fears, which are
the uncontrollable ones that crawled out of nowhere.

They were bed bugs; they were mosquitoes; they were spiders.
Whatever they were, they were hungry and
polarized the feelings she has.
Numbers soon lie, and rationality,
lacking from the working brain,
have ceased to exist and frustration takes hold.

Which, of course, causes the oceans to rise and the
moon to alter currents, as it spies upon
those sleepless nights, or any night where sleeplessness
represents the morning.
There is a search for refreshment
and a journey to find well being, but
it was lost years ago, when she fell from the sky
down onto the foul dampness of a new frontier,
which has yet to be conquered
and never will.

But she fought these falters of her mind
repelled the bugs,
and dammed the waters for a short time
until the medicine stopped working
and the bugs could no longer be shooed
and the levies broke—destroying and defacing the life
of one ambitious super heroine
whose only arch nemesis
was stronger than any mind or wit
that she ever sought to face.