Nemesis

nemesis

by me

Boredom slithers into the psyche,

hissing demi-truths about decay to come.

I fight, then give way, listening, loathing the source.

Where is a champion with raised hammer,

swooping down to smash the skull of anomie?

Who will shout defiance into the dullness?

Too dreary for defense, I doze, blind to the dagger on my lap.

Double-edged, diamond-studded, it’s sharpened to kill.