Awaiting Rapine

ravaged land
claw through debris
floating from dull grey clouds
there is no summer
there is no spring
or fall
only the winter of destruction
lays across the land.
laid waste
no longer flourishing
survival the new way
the only way.
Rusted crown
upon Jester’s head
shaking rattle
fiery denial
wrong doing not done
slanderous rage
all blaming
finger pointing
mouths screaming.
Gather round
murderous claim
no better then vultures
for death
for the axe to fall
head to roll
alas dear Horatio
it is already too late.
©Jan. 27/20
Picture via Pintrest

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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