Untitled Poem #9

head lolls down
none left
eyes so dry.
roiling through
screaming void
black engulfing
soul shriveling
I want to make it stop.
My being
fire singed
trust broken
never to……
sweet succor
slip beneath the dark waves
in the monochrome
world I abide.
Blood red
sizzling from my veins
around my frame.
silence in my ears
no more voices
no more pain
no more anything.
November 25/18
Photo by Tiko Giorgadze 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

8 thoughts on “Untitled Poem #9”

  1. You nailed the bleak sadness. A place I am once again thankful I am not in today.. You touch on much of the anguish I have felt, but thankfully have found respite from at this point in my life. Amazing choice of photo as well.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you. As soon as I read that word of the day was oblivion and than googling it (I do with each word as I might be able to use it differently) the thought of this poem and wanting oblivion was front and foremost in my mind. ❤


Comments are closed.