Not A Victory

thickening to fog
ethereal chains
clinging to my ankles
keeping me
holding me
in place;
for torment
for abuse
your side long glances
burning with righteousness
enough to keep me 
from running away.
pierce the veil 
numbed with narcotics
views softened 
alcohol submerged 
pastel glows 
glum smile 
plastered all over my face.
Auctioned off to the highest bidder.
The throng grows
encompassing me
passing me 
from hand to hand
from mouth to mouth
until I am shredded
my inner peace dissolved.
You have won
my master three
watch now
I succumb to thee.

©March 15/23
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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