Addiction

He stood over the abyss, toes curled against rock

the thirst, the hunger

the anger, the hatred

eating at his soul.

Within his mind bruised the words

of mobs chasing

who thought they were better

who thought they should know.

On his knees he crawled through filth and muck

weeping tears that none could see.

A sneer twists his lips,

wicked words that punish those;

those who thought they knew best,

those who thought they knew more.

A false thought of flight

as he jumps forth to the air

waiting for the rescue

he was certain was near.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

June 16/17

Devouring My Soul

The space was cavernous,

sparkles hidden high in the ceilings depth

throughout it her voice was soft and liquid

a sensuous lover

caressing each and everyone of us.

‘Close your eyes my dearest

and from your minds we will see

memories and laughter light

a budding of thee.’

A collective sigh as each was touch

the gentlest of words whispered

the tension the stress the anger

all began to fade and dissipate.

‘From here we see a boy and his puppy

each chasing a ball’

‘Over here a young girl blossoming

her self becoming so much more.’

‘Look here as he creates so carefully

the models and images of his mind.’

‘See there, the girl who fought for it all

whose dreams are still in the making.’

Deep thunder rolls through the cavern

the walls, the pews tremble

Everyone cries out in fear

as her voice begins to soar.

Wicked ice, and bitterness boil over her tongue

turning each memory into a nightmare.

‘You terrorized that boy and his dog,

laughing at their expense.

Your hatred and bigotry have marked thee

bend before the prince.’

‘The girl you raped and pillaged

showing it all on social media

she has found you time and time again

and she has made you repent.’

With each word spoken the chill did grow.

As all realized what had been done.

Her tone a whiplash tearing at the skin

gripping the side of the podium.

Leaning forward, flames wreathing her eyes

and a blood red smile on her lips.

‘The young man who could have been our saviour

mocked and spurned

For he spoke truths you could not see

and in the darkness did death glean.’

Her ire grew

the shadows flaring on walls as fire reared

the audience pinned to their chairs

shackled hand and foot.

‘As for that girl who fought for it all

before you she stands

and just so you know you all shall fall

for my dreams are still coming true

even when it means the devouring of my soul.’

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

June 16/17

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