It is the fiercest of beasts
that gnaws our wits
wakes us from peaceful slumber
and gives relentless chase.
We alone
have curated this voracious animal
and are now its slaves,
it needs us not, but
keeps us in this benign captivity
having locked us up
within its cage,
invisible, indomitable, and
of our own precise fabrication.
Thus, we are doomed to wither
until our blessed release,
the monster slain
and us, left
free to roam eternity.
1 comment:
Hi Graham, I thought I would pay you a visit here seeing as you recently directed WoL readers to your blog. Your poem is so very true, we torture ourselves in so many ways, attempting to write poetry does it for me.
Hope all is well with you.
David M
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