Emmie/Emmellia Untitled Poem #12

Death comes
creeping close
black bleeds
through time
voices call
get away
bound wrists
blades removed
time taken
hurt self
all the same
go away
never hear
never listen
left to bleed…..
leave me
heed me
grey soulled
fuck you
make it all better
promised lies
like all the others
get away
abandon me…..
gasped fear
only one
too late
shade gone
reverberating howl
beating flesh
plunge needle in
let her rest.
©Jan. 31/21
Artwork is my own
1st time I have attempted work to accompany my poetry

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

20 thoughts on “Emmie/Emmellia Untitled Poem #12”

  1. Wow she went silent on you because she was heading for the final journey! A complete work of poetry for one person’s story! Beautifully done lil Sis. Harrowing, sad, scary and thought provoking. Well done! 💖

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          1. Unless you have a clear direction to take her in that doesn’t take you and your readers down the rabbit hole of utter despair with no light at the end of it, even if it’s just a small justice that she gets, I would say it is complete. Because her story is told in abstract poetic verse, it makes it difficult to guide the trajectory of the storyline without going so dark that it becomes uncomfortable to read. Rarely in the cases of people like Emmie, either real or fictional, is there a happy ending. It’s up to you to decide whether you have told enough of her story to satisfy her need to say why she had to tell it.
            Does that make sense? I’m not sure I’ve articulated it very well sis, sorry. 😀

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    1. Thank you so very much. That is the first art piece I have created. Originally I thought was going to be a black scribble with angry red but instead that is what I drew. I like it. I like drawing and coloring. I need to remember I am doing for myself. My hair and I have long had a love hate relationship but now we are in a beautiful relationship and I love it. Thank you for stopping by. 🤓💜


      1. That is great!!! I’m glad you found your common ground with your locks. Well, I can relate to both, the art work and the hair. Keep up the drawing and coloring. I always feel like it adds more depth to poetry, and creates more conversation of the meaning and purpose behind the words. You’re so welcome! Glad I did. 💛

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