Cold, hard, unforgiving fingers
prying at my mind,
dissecting me, history by history,
attempting to solve the puzzle me.
Exposing thoughts never audible,
just silent, insolent sneers and
ghoulish moans, sending death’s shivers
down my bent and broken spine.
The mental rape continues
through the winding corridors of my mind,
piece by piece exposing the malevolent hag,
the narcissistic, the hidden, the core of me.
I bow under pressure, surrender
to sardonic voices in my mind,
lift my tear streaked face to the Gods
and, without redemption, confess my sins.
(The first of them being
today’s inability to, in poetic form,
incorporate the words kimono, theme and velocity
into this contorted attempt at poetry.)
Another wordle, this one from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, which took me in a far more sinister direction. This was difficult. Still need to get my mind set to poetry, it seems (so that I won’t have to cheat this way in the future!). Hope you enjoyed regardless.