Drowning in Brutality

Brutal
the screams in my head
voices
whispering
digging
stabbing
wearing away my base.
Reaching out
help me please
do not let me drown
you stand upon the pier
looking
watching as I go down.
Grasp not
the hand raised in fear
in hope
in desperation
fuck you
how could you let me go down?
Watch me bleed
watch me founder
watch me grasp
cling
reach for
the saving hand.
You let me drown
you let me die
you erased my from your life.
Never fear though
For I shall haunt
all your midnights.
November 8/18
Photo by nikko macaspac on Unsplash

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

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. Welcome to The Wonderful & Wacky World of One Single Mom

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