Deny

Deny
Deny
Deny
Strings
tangled
tripping
wrapping
someone’s marionette
made to dance
made to cry
made to speak
mouthpiece for the weak.
Deny…..
Deny…..
Deny…..
Such a pretty puppet
stripped of humanity
stripped of morals
stripped of value
insipid
sitting upon the mantle.
Deny…..
Deny…..
Deny…..
Twisted screams
incoherent babbling
mask made of ivory snow
vivid slashes
carmine lips
curved in
curved up
false as an idol.
Deny…..
Deny…..
Deny…..
Words written
spoken
lies
contorted
made into the truth
failed fake
hung up
a prize for all to see.
Deny…..
Deny…..
Deny…..
Broken
battered
strings shatter
agent for the beast.
Drained
defiled
defeated
pretty little princess
tossed aside
left upon the garbage heap.
Deny…..
Deny…..
Deny…..
ยฉMay 5/19
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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

86 thoughts on “Deny”

                    1. Explain. Maybe itโ€™s because we still donโ€™t know each other better… I think youโ€™re awesome.

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                    2. Youโ€™ve never really pushed me away. I donโ€™t think Iโ€™ve been all that close though. But I donโ€™t budge easily..

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  1. I love this one. I am feeling so much like this myself right now. Feeling very lost and entangled somewhere I’m not sure I want and should be.

    Great poem

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      1. Unfortunately I know you do. Both uplifting to know I’m not alone in this and sad. Because who deserves and needed to go through this shit. Lol

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          1. True. But not one I enjoy. Vulnerable. Used. Crushed. Left alone to start to rebuild ourselves again. And again. And again.

            Misery.

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