Untitled Poem Word of the Day #15

Within moonlit garden
stone satyrs and nymphs roam
sat upon the marble bench
listening to that song.
Tears 
falling 
silver in the light
caress a cheek
once marred by hands
now smooth
refreshed 
renewed .
Heart so cold
shriveled 
pull in tight
never let it out again.
Upon whisps of mist
haunting melody
twisting
turning
licking my ears 
making me feel…..
making me love…..
making me hate…..
making me scream…..
making me want to rend wrists
to stop the pain 
to stop the anger
to stop the world
I have decided I want to get off.
Same litany
over and over…..
heartache
despair 
rage
oh such murderous rage……
beneath my feet 
nourished by the tears you caused to fall
hidden grave
rotting bones
I get the final grace. 
 
January 24/19

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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