Retaliatory Reparations

Haunting
mournful
crescendo building
roiling
deserted plain
shadows creep
filling spaces
calling
whispers
crevasses violated
chilled
taunting
sins
tallied
totalled
found wanting.
You
call
implore
on bended knee
compassion
charity
mercy
kindness
actions
emotions
never exhibited
dancing
band aid helicoptering
fast fixes
roundabout deniability…..
You thought
devious you were.
Raucous
sneer
contempt
laden
no turning back
no mitigating truth
foul played
foul plyed
seems your tide has come
the piper struts along.
They are coming.
They are coming.
They have found you wanting.
They have found you wanting.
Destruction you cause.
Pain you inflict.
Damage torn.
Run.
Hide.
We shall seek and find. 
©Sept. 6/20
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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

7 thoughts on “Retaliatory Reparations”

  1. Woah, that was terrifying. I fear the day when my soul is weighed. Fearing my soul cannot balance the feather. So, every day I try to do better than the day before. Some sins can never be atoned, but maybe if I do enough good they will be balanced out. Nicely written. Good image choice, fallen warriors sent to meet out Odin’s vengeance for a life poorly lived. As always a joy to read your work.

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  2. This made me remember a long forgotten nightmare I had about my ex crawling through a window trying to get back in the house in the middle of the night. I felt the weight of his body as he sat on the corner of my bed and made to reach for me. I pulled a huge knife out from under my pillow where it was placed every night and I launched myself into the darkness, snarling, hissing at him that this time I would win… I woke up then but have never been able to sleep with a window open in my house anywhere until I had bar locks fixed to them so they would only open a little bit.
    The feel of this poem reminded me of the feeling of the mare.
    Did I like it? I don’t know… did it resonate with me? Oh hell yes. Will I remember it? Absolutely.
    Sometimes it isn’t about liking something. It’s about recognising the power it has to move you. This moved me in ways I did not anticipate.
    I like that! 😀 xx

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    1. Oh wow thank you. I have a few dark ones. They seem to be rising to the forefront of my mind. I finished another last night and began a third. Not sure where or why they are bubbling up but going to roll with it. A lot of red eyes in the night slobber and rage a lot of rage. I am am glad you enjoyed even though it brought back some awful feelings. The emotional reaction is what I want. I write my words it is the reader who interprets them. Holy crap that was deep for 6:47 a.m. and no coffee still brewing away

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