Burning Tears

Silvered sunsets and emerald dreams

lush valleys of wildflowers.

A scent so heady as to wrap around

as you bend to kiss my lips.

I awaken to darkness,

my hand does grope.

Though I know you are not near

have not been for such a time now

habit is hard to break.

I am saddened to discover

my addiction still bites

though I wish that I could forget.

Still there are the memories.

I close my eyes to the tears that burn

scorching down my cheeks.

I thought I had finally been freed

only to discover you pulling me back again.

 

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

August 15/17

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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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