Angel of Pain

Hard
eyes staring forward
mouth
stretched thin
ears
blocked
refusing to hear
anguished cries
behind muffled doors
deep breath in
deep breath out
to break free
would mean to kill the mission.
With each use
thought they would learn
death comes to the wicked
when I am around.
How could these men
hiring me so
not realize
not see
the connection…..
one
two
three.
Words
vile is poison
lashing
degrading
spit upon faces
bewildered
children only
my anger does begin to rise.
Four
five
six
let’s play with the demon stick.
Seven
eight
nine
souls will be mine.
Ten
no more racism.
Heads will roll
not mine
not theirs
only those who have destroyed
who have maimed
vengeance will be taken.
©July 31/20
Picture via Pinterest

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

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