In the shattering pangs of sadness,
bring me nepenthe so I may
climb into vague forgetfulness
and abdicate world-weariness.
Neolithic numbness turns me to sallow stone,
my only hope has perished and left me all alone.
The four corners of this earth grow ever near,
closing in day by day, accompanied
by uncontrollable, irrational, offhand fear
of demons that might reappear.

Kim M. Russell, 2017

Week 164

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #164

10 thoughts on “Demons

  1. Wonderful wordle-ing Kim! Great poem! It has a melancholic feel to it – a slow gentle sadness, or perhaps gentle slip into the “numb” – it’s soothing but not necessarily in a “clock out way” – yes, and I really like the voice – first person “I” – this has, hmmm – almost like a Thoreau feeling to it.

    Right, great job Kim and thanks for playing the wordle this week 🙂

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