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
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A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments.
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