Forgotten

Crumbling mortar
paint peels in strips
corrupted
land bleeds black
brambled path
wrought in pain
in terror.
Sit
staring at nothing
mind no longer there
lost in the mists
of time beyond
not able to see the disgrace
the family feels.
Speaking in tongues
in gibberish
who can understand
as I wail
as I cry
trying to bring you into this world.
of my own devise.
Flashes of history
memories lost
tangled web
I am caught.
Drool
disgust
wipe my mouth
speak as though
I am not here
as though
already gone am I
wishes were horses
beggers would ride.
When I was a young
prospects so many
laid out
waiting for me
to pluck the fruit offered
to bite of my dreams
fulfilling.
Now I am an elder
no one has time
to hear my stories
to hear my tales.
I am left to bleed
in gloomy silence
set upon an ice floe of neglect
waiting to die.
©Feb. 17/20
Picture is my own

Forgotten History

Sat upon greed
mounds of disregard
tearing down 
bowing down
coward
liar
cheat.
No longer running
bunkering down
building a wall
around his nest
believing
trusting 
that this would not be his last stand.
Door crashing
heavy boots
baby cries
swatting
waving
screaming denial
while 
everyone stops to stare.
Behind bars
terror turns……
hatching
devising
a new tomorrow
once he received his release.
Watched the world did
crazy
deluded
nuclear melt down.
When last lock snicks in place
turn forward
forgive
never forget
for there will always come
another who blusters wrong.
Feb. 18/19

Queen of Fools

A Queen
born to a court of Fools.
Laughing and playing.
Praying and feinting.
Secrets made bold by blood.
Backrooms
filled with smoke
bourbon
opiates
all are content
for never the truth
be told.
Standing upon the world stage
blinded by power and indifference
orphaned and forlorn
a child discarded.
Broken and battered.
Scattered from here to there.
Seeds sown on the wind
war is coming
annihilation has begun.
Tears escape
scalding hot
as carnage
does unfold.
Queen of Fools
in a court of gold
worshipped a diety
bowing beneath the blows.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen