Undone

HIgh upon the mountain top
in a pasture so green
was born a child
who would go on to destroy
life
reality
land
all because he could.
Brought up under blue skies
giant trees
sparkling water ways
he was a happy child
until there came a turn.
Mother shot down
child stolen away
no one came looking
so they began to play.
Doctrines
tenets
histories all
served to teach him
what had happened
what was happening
what he would be able to do.
Came the day
he was raised so high
his head began to swell
his sureness
his cruelty
uncurtained before the city.
He strutted
preened
smiled at all the ladies there
until that stupid bitch stood up
‘He has nothing there.’
She pointed at his empty head
his heart
his soul
and finally
his pants.
Though sentenced to death
for daring to deny
she still won
using words to prick
a small man
making him come undone.
Oct. 15/18
Photo by Hermes Rivera on Unsplash

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

I am a single hard working mom in her 40's. I have always written poetry and I love words. I live with depression and its ups downs. This is a space where I can create and write all that I need to.

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