Demons in the Distance
As I enter that stage of life
Where images and words converge
Into streams of incoherent consciousness
My recourse is to disconnect from them
And reconnect to old patterns
That gave me respite and rejuvenation
As the songwriter said
Of the way we were…
Memories.
Not to be relived
But to bring a new focus
And to ward off
Tentacles of diversion
Mantras of madness
Into a darkness where
Angels fear to tread.
I cannot control the tide
Of what is or what will be
Still, I dare not give in to those
Demons in the distance.
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Intelligent poem. Modernity's madness is a blighter of a beast.
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Kathy
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Jane