Hollow Man

Vile debauchery
incessant need
fill the void with vices
lies
ignorance
while proclaiming
how virtuous you are.
Am not sure
what gilded mirror you stare into
what witch enunciates your plays
broadcasting your naivete
soothing swollen ideals.
That is not what
nor whom
I see.
Not a child who knows naught.
Not an adult who knows better.
Narcissist
using death
destruction
as a platform from which to induce
rage
anguish
pain.
Swaddled in yes men
pampered by yes women
afraid that the world shall see
watch you reap
the very damage you inflict
on passers who dare to contradict
dare to stand up
for right
for life
for reality.
Delicate sensibilities
temper tantrums from a man child overgrown
need a blankie and soother
to set things to your truth once more.
Unsure I am
how the lies
constant sycophants bottle feed
provide such sustenance
as you require.
Day will come
truth will out
your dreams of greatness will fade away
tumbled down castles
rocky cascade
burying you and your uselessness.
Β©August 9/19
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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

129 thoughts on “Hollow Man”

      1. Good morning! I don’t have any coffee and probably won’t be able to get any until lunchtime…..

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