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Darkness flows
subtle shades
grey and white
studded with starlight.
Death lurks.
Victim or prey
sighted
who is to decide
is this wrong
or is it right?
Evil prowls
using the cover of blackness
plying cowardly trade
innocence succumbing
virtues eradicated
salivating slaves
to the bloody knife.
Symbols etched
scratched into pale skin
screams of agony
offered up as sacrifice
not to demons
not to hell
to pacify grey men
creating a new world order.
Violence.
Harsh words.
Kindness has become overrated.
Echos of the past
intolerance
rhetoric spewed
no longer shocking
no longer rage inspiring.
Fodder for the nightly news.
Inured
we have become desensitized…..
to the wars
to the blood
to the death of children
to watching parents scream
holding dead bodies.
Cold eyes
no longer able to see humanity
tell me true
is this the way of the future
or can it be saved?
©July 9/19
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Denial

Placid.
Stagnant.
Floating upon the scum of the pond
hair streaming
no cares
no feelings
numbness
all that I need.
With nothing
there is no pain
there is no fear
there is no acknowledging that past.
With nothing
I am blurred
I am stoned
I no longer seek to understand
who I am.
Why I am.
Broken child.
Halo bent.
Satan is waiting.
A lot of learning
yet to be done.
Yearning.
Please understand.
I hate myself.
I love myself.
I speak in tongues.
There is no real happiness
no reality
for denial is one.
Oct. 34/18
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20/20

Looking back
it is easy to see
as they say
hindsight is 20/20.
I delighted in fire
flame
burning debris
still wonder
how I did not burn that place down?
Vicious words
pelting down
tearing
rending
piercing
exposed flesh.
I need time
time to adjust
to come to terms
with yet another aspect
of my past
my history.
Rage
inferior
tagged to be little
never was I important enough.
Looking back
I can finally see
veil torn from my eyes
the monster before me.
There was no love.
There was no pride in me.
I was superfluous
an afterthought
a child weaned on fear
disgrace
disregard
left to herself
her own care.
Heart torn
rent
beaten flat
left to defend
shield
armor myself
for yet another blow
another hit
another hurricane
blowing me apart.
Sept. 25/18

Wrath

Never once
did you ever do
more that mouth platitiudes
for ripping me apart.
You stole from me
innocence
laughter
life
leaving me
bereft
depressed
destroyed.
Anger stole in
replacing all that was good
as the past roiled and burned
searing my soul
my heart
my very being.
As I stand over you
watching the blood of your life
flow from your desperate body
grudgingly I forgive
for I want not
a wraith of a monster
held close by my wrath.

Good bye My Love

I have fallen

not at your feet

but within myself

and there is no going back.

Now

you are entwined with my past

the hurt

the pain that I feel.

I wish that it had not happened this way

I wish that I could still be yours

yet I know

there is no way

that I can submit to you again.

My way of saying good-bye

it was not right

I should have explained further

I should have explained it at all

there is no way of knowing

what monsters lay in my bed.

Memories that have been hidden

you brought to the forefront

the anguish

the pain

the darkness that enveloped

I curled within myself.

Screaming in my head.

I am sorry my love

I wish it could  be different

we must walk away

while love is still everlasting.

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Jay-lyn Doerksen

July 26/17

Soulless

Look into the maw
gleaming blackness
shrouding your fear.
See the ghost gliding
walking forward
silent feet.
Faces flash
one after the other
nightmares of your past.
Open your mouth to scream
to denounce the burden
when it jumps.
On your back
blinking
the ghost
nay a demon true
hunkers on your chest
and inhales.
Long deep breath
feel a shifting
a tear at your heart.
Lone crystal
trickles down curved cheek
as the soulless
devours your soul
alive for a brief moment
leaving you dead within.
Jay-lyn Doerksen
July 10/18

When?

When?
When did it become the norm?
To sell votes for favors……
to sell salvation for dollars…..
to degrade children
allowing them to fall through the cracks
lost and alone
while their parents are terrorized?
When?
When did time change so much?
That morals sit in the bin
taken out with the trash?
That freedoms fought so hard for
lives lost
widows made
can be torched in a moment?
When?
When did truth become a slippery slope?
When did mans lies become legitimate facts?
When did the values, the mores I remember
become so archaic
that they no longer can be found?
I weep for those times passed
mourning the loss of simpler times
when the world was not threatening to shatter. 
Jay-lyn Doerksen
©May 25/18
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