Broken Princess

Slumped against the wood grained door

my sword clatters to the ground.

I can no longer take the beating,

I can no longer hold the weight of my head.

Their psychic battle savages my mind;

pulling and pushing as they try to claim.

Each one wanting to lock into my soul

and pull it into their realm of hell.

I do not know how much longer I can hold on,

I can find no hole to hide.

A tangled web of colored illusions

the sole shield I can muster;

as I try to escape their rage.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

May 19/17

 

 

 

Tattered Queen

The queen arrives her head held high.

Tattered rags hang from her body.

Her lips glisten blood red.

Savage smiles strikes fear in your heart

for she has eaten you before.

Consumed your life, your desperation

she made you fear.

Running from the queen is not an option

pretending that she is not there

For time and time again

she will push through those doors.

Hide behind the glorious throne,

wishing that invisibility was true

For the Mad King and the Tattered Queen

both seek the means to hurt you.

 

© Jay-lyn Doerksen

May 19/17