[Eadha Deora]

Old Man Suffering sits on my lap,
heavy blurred confusion sinking,
we rock back and forth as one,
heels hitting the ground.

"Find your bliss" they woo us,
but he and i know better than that.

Find your bitterness, then drink it;
get drunk on your afflictions and addictions,
like whiskey medicine in the blood.

Eventually you'll learn--
Demons can be Lovers too, as
Pain rediscovers its Psyche by the
Shadows behind our eyes.

[Eadha Deora]

the "i" here is purposely not capitalized to demote the monotheistic Self to a more congruent level instead of being elevated above "he" "you" "we" and other pronouns. Ego-centric poetry is not my aim.

[Vorcla]

You're fascinating, Jenn. Always changing direction, and always succeeding, no matter what you try. This has a rather raw, stinging flavor to it. Not what you would expect to hear - "Demons can be lovers, too." excellent. Short and concise, and to the point. Not a word wasted. I am so envious of your clarity of expression. Excellent job, hun.

[RENA HANDS]

I’m always blown away by your Brilliance…to say anything more will take away my original point so…5/5!

…get drunk on your afflictions and addictions,

Pain rediscovers its Psyche by the
Shadows behind our eyes.

How you manage to combine ‘entities’ of destruction and devastation…Astonishing.