Midnight Hour-1st Edition

Midnight drips

cascading shadows

fellowship of fear.

Memories that twist and bite

vipers that draw near.

Rivulets of blood

creeping down your face

eyes sewn shut

to deny

the anguish and pain

that draws nigh.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

November 30/17

Originally written in Feb/March of 2016

I do not know….

These words become a jumble on my tongue

twisted and sharp

coming out all wrong.

Stabbing and scoring

damaging your heart without meaning to.

Unable to stop

as the pain and past mingle together

and I make the same mistakes over and over.

I do not know how to be sweet.

I do not know how to be kind.

I do not know how to love.

My past is a charred ruin

of relationships burned

and love never given a chance.

Tears blur my sight

as I watch you leave

knowing that yet again

I have done this to myself.

I am sorry my love.

I am sorry my dear.

All I know how to do

is rend and destroy,

any who come to close

to the fire burning within.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

November 30/17