Futile Fiction

Building
slowly
passion
rage
two sides
same coin
times
where they are combined
raw feelings
making me undone.
Alone
reflective
heartache felt
minimized
tamped down
bitten fury
eyes ablaze
revenge plans laid
knowing
fantasies in the air
I would
could not
do any of those thoughts.
Helpful not at all
dark sins plot
never come to wrought
potent acrimony
face contorted
pain ripped through
for once more
I left my heart free.
©March 10/20
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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