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

Midnight-2nd Edition

**Picture found on Internet**
Midnight drips
cascading shadows
writhing vines of fear.
Memories that twist and bite
call into meaning regret
as hissing poison
fills the room with dancing bears.
Rivulets of blood
cascade down your face
eyes seared shut
to deny
the anguish
the devestation
as they draw designs
with dagger tips.
Slash and stab
murder the dreams
they will defile
they will debase you
as the devil masks the clown.
When you have broken
your time will come to a close
your suffering
will not end with death
only become amplified.
That is what happens when you get into bed with the devil.