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Laying upon the rocky altar

bloody and in chains

Demons cluster at my feet

rejoicing in my pain.

They feed upon my despair, the words woven

they suckle deep at the deceptions I weave

Gorging upon my flesh, my soul

until bloated they fall aside,

To be replaced by some more.

I stare blankly at the mountain above

knowing not the damage done

for the demons have once more come.

And I fall into their dreams, their blatant bullshit

while their claws dig deep, making me wince.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

April 26/17

 

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Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

I am a single hard working mom in her early 40's. I have always written poetry and I love words. A self confessed obsessive book worm I live for my son and my down time to read. I have a vast array of friends and cohorts who I will be writing about. I hope I can make people laugh or cry; be thoughtful and understanding. And I need to write so this will be my voice.

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