06/24/2020
The Pack
They flutter around the edges of my mental reach and vision. An annoying and pesteringly deadly group of companions that pace along side me mentally. Trying constantly to herd me into a kill zone without escape. Or simply to end the chase and hunt and to lay waste to my sanity. When I slow they slow and nip at me to push me onward even though I may be past exhaustion. They are always in pursuit of me even when I cannot see them or have run them off scattered in all directions. I even manage to kill a few from time to time but Iām unsure if they are replaced, never dead or spread apart to fill in the gaps and look like more. It becomes hard to tell and always has been when on the run and/or when peering into the darkened shadows of my mind at what lies there. At least until I find the light to see and conquer all and make pelts of the pack that dog my steps and nip at my heels.
Tuxcedo Phenykx PenGnok š Ynk/WordSmyth