Work in progress

Scritch scratch

said the cats,

watching the little men.

Dribble, drabble

the rabble roared,

watching the crooked shadows.

Bloated, with lust and greed

sucked from the souls of the mired,

languishing in a hell,

passively awaiting their timely fate.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

April 15/17

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

I am a single hard working mom in her 40's. I have always written poetry and I love words. I live with depression and its ups downs. This is a space where I can create and write all that I need to.

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