Curtain Call

Dejection.

Despair.

Written on my face

as I watch you circle the room

glad handing

compliments reigning down

on all the unsuspecting clowns.

I try to hide the feelings

try to maintain a dignified silence

while inside

my heart breaks.

How can you not notice?

Not realize?

Do you not see the woebegone  look on my face?

I hide myself in the corner

behind a pillared post

tears gathering on my cheeks.

Allowing myself a moment of sadness

before reentering the world stage.

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Final Escape

Looking around

where

how

can you hurt him?

Easy enough

leave

destroy

take him for financial gain

your heart never his

and steal his last hope.

With this last ploy

your colors fly true

showing the witch you are;

know you have lost

he will return no more.

Like a small child

you stomp your feet

mouth twisted in a scream

false tears

meaningless words

a conniption fit

missing only

the kicking

the pounding

the sense of entitlement

that truly makes you

the bitch you are.

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Beguile

Denial.

Every headline mocking

even as you turn away

refusing to acknowledge

the horrors here.

Excuses.

Speak loudly reapetedly

with passion and spittle

misdirecting

lest the left one see

what the right one is doing.

Lies told so often

that you actually believe

truth.

Vehemently argue

toss the words

give them something

anything

that will prove to distract.

What was the right one doing?

That diversions are required

playing to a public fear

it was all organized.

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Inner Strength

No one ever saw the tears that fell
no one ever saw her sorrow
no one knew the pain inside
for she would never acknowledge.
She was strong for herself
she steeled her heart
she stood tall
she braved the wicked waves
with a glint in her eye.
When the bedroom door closed
and all are asleep
she curled within
letting the pain seep.
She had to be strong for herself
no one else would be
she had to stand tall
show the world she would not cry.
Behind doors fastened shut
emotions contained were let loose
and she felt……
the pain
the fear
the anguish
the anger
the hate.
Screams that were stifled
by day
were released at night.
She felt.
She felt it all.
She fell to her knees
for strength only goes so far
until it becomes too much
and strength is not enough any more.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
May 26/18
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Lethargy

Silent slumbers left untended
as midnight begins to weep
remembrance of times forgotten
before purity had peaked.
Hands reaching out
peace unto thee
simpler times
when man did care.
Man has never cared
as evolution shows
bigger and better
smarter and brighter
oxymorons when playing the game.
Missiles flying through the air
shadow words strung out
secrets gained
while all around
the clowns dance through the night.
Strung up and mishandled
puppets left to be twisted
jesters calling wicked sins
while the king beats his mistress.
Time has stopped
and will go no further
until all have awakened
shaken free
from the bindings of lethargy.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen

Heartless Love

Nuanced
the words we speak
the dance we flow through
shades of emotions
that tumble about.
Delicate
this thread that binds
steel wrapped in velvet
so that the chains
chafe not our skin.
Afraid
unwilling to surrender
these contested wills
bruised eyes flashing
as once more we attack.
Vicious
words that sting
barbs that hook and tear
flesh torn asunder
wounds never stitched
left gaping
breathless gasps
as we lay panting.
Thieves of love
honor and faith
a warped notion of pleasure
pain that sticks
never ending
a cycle of disrepute.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
Feb. 17/18

Grim Reaper

The Grim Reaper we fear

creeping through the night

phantom of our dreams.

He is not the one

we should watch for,

no,

but the predator on the streets….

He stalks and whirls

encased in black

shadows are his home.

Creeping and crawling

into our hearts

bleeding dry our bones.

Living on our fears and hatred

gorging on all our despair.

He mocks and sidles

not even trying to repair

but dividing and punishing

all the good people here.

Believing he is a demi-god

master of all

bowing to no one.

Captain of his fallacy

chartering a path to hell

to confront the Grim Reaper

and challenge him for his crown.

Jay-lyn Doerksen

©Dec. 1/17