Spirit of Despair (Response Prompt)
I am elevated emptiness
puffed up with my will.
I cradle and nurse fear like a
mother with starved child
I breathe deeply, as I pinch your oxygen
I am the shiver that shadows your spine,
always creeping in the open doors of
You can’t escape me,
human gods. You elevate to
pedestals and put crowns on achievement.
I find the cracks in
your stoic status and crumble
saints and sinners with the
of my chisel of
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One of my favorite ways to write poems is to respond to other poets. Are you up for the challenge? How would you respond to someone battling the Spirit of Despair? How would you offer hope? What weapons would you use? Link back to this post and place your link in the comments.