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
My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #164