Protector Anon

Desolate
grey rain
mimosa of grief
of pity
of ego hurt
mostly anger
not with you
but with myself.
Wrapped
clothed tight
black mourning cloth
wound round
tears escape
cotton borne
hide from all
cheerful mask
covers my pain.
Gutted
shattered
terms flow
expressing grief
vomiting forth
a sickened love poem
written in blood from hopeful heart
blackened with rot
hole where affections did lay
cast out
never more
shall I be allowed to hurt.
I swore the last was the last
only to be damned
to find myself falling once more.
Done
stay away
erected a fence
topped with shattered glass
barbed wire
hot electrical impulses
gun turret
all will make you run.
I am tired of this
of having to protect myself
over
over
over once more.
©Nov. 5/19
Picture via Pinterest

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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