The space I need is neither room nor chair

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