Futility

Leaning against the wall

breath coming in gasps

eyes darting around

knowing that soon

I will have to run again.

‘It is futile to run’

the voice hisses in my ear

as startled

I dash off again.

‘Round and round

an endless maze

all while the voice crawls closer.

Oozing

black shadows

piercing through the gloom

no matter where I hide

no matter how hard I run

they are still there

voices

shadows

insanity.

Wallls built of my memories

move ever closer

confining me

jailing me

no way for my escape.

I scream in terror

I scream in rage

sick of this torment

I want it all to end.

Sept. 6/18

 

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Nightmare Beings

Nightmare beings

fall from the sky

wings held back

as they dive

looking for the score.

For each terror

for each torment

the devils do march

ferocious snarls

teeth bared

the protectors of children spent.

Tossed up

caught within a web

tangled within sins

unrepented.

Black widow venom

shoots through the veins

paralyzing

immobilizing

filling one with dread.

Wrapped within silken strands

I watch as you struggle

your freedom an illusion.

I shall eat your heart

the way you stole my dreams

remorseless

with blood dripping from my mouth.

Jay-lyn Doerksen

June 17/18