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