Despair – a poem

This is a poem from the collection I am writing at the moment – called “alice reimagined”, a series of conversations with the anima.

I despair of Alice sometimes
especially when she is out
and I have no-one to talk to
or she is in and I have no-one
to talk to, because she doesn’t always listen – it is true
but then, neither do I – we are joined at the hip
conjoined twins, never separated, and yet
We can see things so starkly differently
Me and my twin sister
I sometimes wish she
wasn’t but she is so
there it is, my twin

Despair is in the air, like a
broom clearing dust from
one side of the room to
the other, and then back again
what is the point of it all, a staring
into the abyss of emptiness, without
being nihilistic, is easier said than
letting it get the better of me
and my twin sister Alice
for she is all there is to see
my twin and me, watching
each other, letting us be.