Untitled Word of the Day Poem #18

***I am in no way feeling this way. It is based on remembrance of last year’s depression time.***
Feelings of weariness
Sunk deep in the grey mimosa
My lips are moving
Though I cannot hear a sound. 
Crackles
Flames formed at my feet
Tenacious
Claws sink deep
Clown’s mask
Hides the bitter smile
Puffy eyes
Vacancy unable to hide
That is not me
The me hidden within
Sore
Bruised
Battered
Scorched cheeks
I fall to my knees
Head hung low
Wishing for death’s peace. 
 
Feb. 13/19

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.

8 thoughts on “Untitled Word of the Day Poem #18”

      1. That’s very considerate… I tend to investigate when I have doubts that someone might be sending a cry for help. I appreciate when people make sure there is no misunderstanding 😉

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