Call me a nomad, a mendicant, or even an aimlessly meandering soul
Brand me a wandering ascetic bereft of all concepts of either fair or foul;
The world for me is now an inexplicable sphere of chaotic welter
Where thoughts, deeds and words make for a messy grid running Helter-Skelter.
Impervious to bliss and ignorant of pain
I am an empty hollow within which all emotions lay slain;
Thus when accosted by armed assailants seeking to induce dread
I calmly said “Let him strike me who he thinks can kill something that is already dead”
Helter-Skelter they ran with their guns and knives
Some tale that to narrate to their wives!
Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt
7 comments
Wow, Venky, you definitely nailed that one. Briliant poem, and to keep it to that odd number of words … again, Wow. 🙂
Thank you sooooooooo much! It is words of encouragement like this that keeps me going.
I’d say that’s the same for everyone. Who can dig in their heels and keep going without someone says something encouraging—just once in a while. No matter how small. (Yea, been there) 🙂
Interesting poem, like a folk story or mythical tale.
Thanks Much!
Excellent take on the prompt and a brilliant poem 🙂
Thank you so much!