In the deep, he lives
Waiting for the cue to waken
Up he creeps, with
Gentle footsteps of the mind
Escaping out of my mouth
With hurt, anger and a bit of glee
Damning you as wrong and
Me as the troll he is.
This Quadrille was written for last week’s dVerse Quadrille prompt – Troll and for the Go Dog Go Cafe Tuesday Writing Prompt to incorporate the phrase “Footsteps of the mind” into a poem. I missed the deadlines to include these poems but I wanted to post it anyway.
The picture is of a book I found at Barnes and Noble. No, the “troll” is not a fart! It’s something worse, something that ruins days and can make a person question their self-worth, their place in life. Sometimes this troll can even endanger a person’s life. What is the name of this troll?
PS – If you have this troll (I know some of you might keep it in Facebook or Twitter), you can make apology cards for the occasions it comes out and sell it at Barnes and Noble for $14.99.
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