Today’s word prompt was “Descent” — a word that pulls me headfirst into the strange corridors of my mind.
I couldn’t resist following it into the shifting hallways of my thoughts. This poem is a playful plunge into the absurd, a rhythm of searching for self within a mind that loves to wander and split, yet always finds its way back.
I am stumbling through the trapdoor of my mind,
a funhouse with flickering lights—
who’s at the switch today?
Tuesday hums in neon static,
Monday sang in symphonies.
By Wednesday, I’m a chalk outline
sketched in my own hands.
I descend—
headfirst into corridors that curve
like questions without answers.
Knock, knock—
who’s there?
Me.
Me who?
Exactly.
I am both architect and lost wanderer,
stacking rooms like nesting dolls.
Somewhere, a version of me
is eating cereal straight from the box,
another’s on the roof
shouting poetry to no one listening.
The absurdity is—
it’s all me.
Every hallway, every locked door.
And when the mirrors bend
and I split like spilled ink,
I whisper,
Don’t worry—
you’re just searching.
Descent isn’t falling.
It’s spelunking—
a dive into a mind that flips
between fireworks and empty lots.
Knock, knock.
Who’s there?
Still me.
Still here.
(c) Eric Montgomery
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