I would have never thought of that. The trope of looking inside the mind of someone on the cusp of losing their identity, mind, or due to an illness didn’t click that its written in relation to that.
Now that I think of it, lots of TV shows and comics do this too.
I think its nice to think of that aspect, because we forget that this world has stories with these tropes. Without them, we get no growth in terms of characters. Not saying we need them but unfortunately they are something that is the unfortunate result of life.
Man, my grandfather has Alzheimer's currently and is deep into it. Sometimes I listen to Everywhere at the End of Time by The Caretaker just to see what it must feel like for him. It does such a good job at representing the different stages of these awful diseases. Your poem gave me the same feeling I get when I listen to that.
By the way, this fits nicely within the dark fiction genre, so feel free to share this on the latest Macabre Monday post where everyone's been sharing their work. I'm sure many would love this.
This is another fantastic poem, John! Touches on our near-universal fear and gives us space to feel the dread.
I would have never thought of that. The trope of looking inside the mind of someone on the cusp of losing their identity, mind, or due to an illness didn’t click that its written in relation to that.
Now that I think of it, lots of TV shows and comics do this too.
I think its nice to think of that aspect, because we forget that this world has stories with these tropes. Without them, we get no growth in terms of characters. Not saying we need them but unfortunately they are something that is the unfortunate result of life.
Man, my grandfather has Alzheimer's currently and is deep into it. Sometimes I listen to Everywhere at the End of Time by The Caretaker just to see what it must feel like for him. It does such a good job at representing the different stages of these awful diseases. Your poem gave me the same feeling I get when I listen to that.
By the way, this fits nicely within the dark fiction genre, so feel free to share this on the latest Macabre Monday post where everyone's been sharing their work. I'm sure many would love this.
This is one of my worst nightmares, it’s such a scary and sad thing
**Wasteland Desert**
In the desert's scorched embrace,
Where shadows dance and sand dunes race,
A wasteland lies, devoid of life,
A testament to human strife.
Once a place of verdant bloom,
Now a barren, scorched tomb.
The sky a hazy, crimson shroud,
The ground a parched and lifeless shroud.
Whispers echo on the breeze,
Of ancient secrets, dark decrees.
Of civilizations lost to time,
Of their hubris, their heinous crime.
They sought to bend the world to their will,
But nature's wrath, they could not still.
And so the desert claimed its due,
A barren grave for all we knew.
But something stirs in the shifting sand,
A presence both malevolent and grand.
A whisper on the wind's caress,
A promise of a dark distress.
For in this wasteland, where dreams go to die,
A new order is born, beneath the fiery sky.
A creature of the dust and ash,
A harbinger of impending clash.
Beware, dear traveler, who treads this path,
For in the desert's embrace, there is no aftermath.
Only darkness and despair,
And the creature that dwells there.