Haunted Darkness

twisted hallways
buried deep
seen only
when half asleep
of horror
begin to stir
begin to stretch
grave worms clawing to the surface.
Walk in a fugue
diseased mind
any out
any way
never sure why
from what
only searching
haunted nightmares.
Grievous pain
knife wounds
stabbed tip
digging hole
to feel
if only for a while.
Bruised eyes
in death
in life
monsters wait
no retreat.
This is life
no friends are near
endless screams
broken skin
anything to stop feeling
anything to eradicate……
haunted memories.
Β©Feb. 11/20
Picture is my own

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

5 thoughts on “Haunted Darkness”

  1. I just want to say that your choice of photos for each of your poems very much sets the tone in the reader’s mind for what is about to be played out with your words. You have a real talent for drawing your reader in and holding them tightly while you drip your world into their minds. Well done, that can’t be taught, it comes from within the writer. Your photographs are as beautiful as your poetry is. Very talented lady! xxβ™₯xx

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