Untitled Word of the Day Poem #27

a bitter taste in the mouth
fog shrouds
unable to see the path at my feet
stumbling over broken flagstones
concrete juts to the sky
what happened here?
Where am I?
Am I lost in a new world
or the old one?
Unable to see 
unable to focus
on what is before me?
Time is ever fluid
never knowing what will be born
what era will be relived
only that the fog encompasses me.
eyes blinded by darkness
to see what is before
for that way lays madness.
Do I drop?
Do I curl?
Do I scream to the skies?
Bear witness to my fear
my shriveled husk
to this black rock you call a heart.
March 19/19
Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay

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

35 thoughts on “Untitled Word of the Day Poem #27”

              1. I’m impressed with your creativity. Im impressed with how much you talk to me about anything about nothing. I’m impressed that someone can goof off as much as I can. I’m impressed that you haven’t got tired of me yet.

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    1. He is another blogger. Lives in southern state with his beautiful wife who he admits he would be lost without. We have kinda adopted one another as siblings and pick on each other all the time. We also suck people into reading our ‘talks’ lol

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