Finite Enemy

2017.11.04

Its hunger is punctual;

Fragmented deceptions wound round

A wounded spindle

Until the laughter engages with the sympathy

For empathy.

Azure illusions of solidarity give hope,

Disrupting the fingers of self-doubt

And blinding depression

That tear holes in this undead maze of reality.

Have you ever yearned for that acrid thrill

Of karmic vengeance?

The euphoric spinning that comes with

Knowing,

            Truly knowing,

That you fit into the puzzle?

Have you ever wanted?

Wanted something so badly,

And every time you find it,

It is merely an out of reach illusion

Stumbling drunk on the horizon?

Yeah.

Me too.

But depression is a finite enemy

With a predictable arsenal of weapons;

Easily annihilated

By confidence,

And simply…

Not.

Giving.

A.

F**k.

Reviews

[Tony Jordan]

I agree that we all have the integral power to defeat the black dog but so many variables need to slot together perfectly otherwise we simply wishing and hoping like the generals who promised that the war (WW I) would be over by Xmas.
Yes...this is inspiring writing J.Sin.