[449] The Ages of Man

Every way that anyone
has tried to show me
always ended up in a cul de sac
Feverish intensities
Burnt out cavalry
Emotional fallacies

I retrace my steps
take a left from the bush of ignorance
and a right from whenever I felt right
Pride can lead to vanity and I needed
to reach a zone outside of my comfort
The haven of my nightmares

A debilitating knocking in my head
and a fractured reality accompanying
a feeling of immortality
even if fall off a cliff
How do I ask for directions when I fall
It’s another form of a dead end
in a never ending dream theatre

Cold sweat realisations
of purposeless directions
that I sought from others
when I just needed to hear
my own hesitant advice
Don’t seek to be right
or avoid being left out
Just concentrate in the centre
The crossroads have a third eye

---

NaPoWriMo Day 30: And now for our final (still optional!) prompt. Today’s prompt is based on a prompt written by Jacqueline Saphra, and featured in this group of prompts published back in 2015 by The Poetry Society of the U.K. This prompt challenges you to write a poem in the form of a series of directions describing how a person should get to a particular place. It could be a real place, like your local park, or an imaginary or unreal place, like “the bottom of your heart,” or “where missing socks go.” Fill your poem with sensory details, and make them as wild or intimate as you like.

And we come to the end of NaPoWriMo. Quite a rigorous but rewarding experience and I am quite satisfied that this is the first time I have been able to complete this challenge. Today was the hardest day since I am under the weather and have been sleeping or laying on the bed all day. Glad I pushed through and wrote the last poem of this festival of poetry. Hope you found some value in my words. Thank you for reading!

Painting by Virgil Finlay.