The Madness Within

Insanity central.

Where

The truth is

A bold faced lie.

Told

To comfort us.

Through

The long nights

Of Winter.

As our darkest thoughts

Prowl around

Looking for

Any weakness

To exploit.

Like a Wendigo

On the outlook

For those

To prey on.

Consuming us

Until nothing remains

But a small pile

Of splintered bones

Marking our grave.

As we curl up

Inward mentally

Seeking release

From what

Taints us.

Reviews

[Matching Socks]

It's a bit maddening trying to decipher who's who and what's what, where is the truth.
But sometimes you just have to hope for the best and trust your judgement.

[therisa]

Sadly, Ana, too often. I find myself, questioning everything, I do.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

paranoia weakens us ....we get to not believe our own selves when it comes to truths. Maybe because we hide behind the lies we tell ourselves for so long..
it is difficult to get that release...and we are consumed until there is nothing left but the bare bones of devastation.

[therisa]

Thank you, Jacob. I wonder, did anyone get my reference to the Wendigo? An Algonquian legend, warning about cannibalism, during Winter hungry months.

[Lyn Anderson]

Bitter, angry, and defiant, another impactful piece. One comment, although bold could be the intention here, the expression is "bald-faced" normally -- however, this take on it works.

[therisa]

Thank you, KL. I used "bold", because it felt right to me, and yes, I do tend mottle up phrases, like this.