Mourning

**Picture is my own taken at Matlock Beach Mantioba**
I guess that I will never learn
to not give away my heart
to keep it encased
keep it locked away
so no one can hurt me.
When tears creep down my cheeks
and kleenex litters the floor
I chastize myself
for falling once more.
I thought I learned my lesson
years and years ago
only to discover
that I have not
as I lay here curled in a ball.
I no longer have the wherewithal
to text or converse with you
you have torn my heart
stomped it beneath your shoes.
I think that going forward
I won’t allow myself to feel
instead I will watch as lovers walk
holding hands
and mourn for you.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen

Bleached Bones

**Picture found on Internet**
Bleached bones
erupt from sands of blood red
showering the world with pain.
Tears of widows
wept in sorrow
attempt to cleanse the stains.
Acid etched on their souls.
Orphaned children
turned into killers
molded to hate
without a reason why.
Soldiers march passed
each in step
guns slung over shoulders
designed to maim.
Religion is rising
hatred is preached
mankind has become blinded
by the glory of wealth.
This is a time of disrepair
and not a one repents.
Instead they stand
with open hands
taking it all
whilst they
bleed the world of human taste.