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Jenny Leigh Poem
It’s all an act, can’t you see?
A pretense of Shakespearean complexity
A mask of so many layers it’s hard to hold
Yet it only gets heavier as this sorry life unfolds
If you really cared then you’d see my eyes
And the bitter pain these beguiling lids disguise
But all it takes to fool your petty mind
Are some superficial words to keep you sweetly blind
As time goes on, the facade takes its toll
Exhaustion insidious as my heart grows cold.
The light fades to an ironic, acrid hue
The last bastion defeated with all hopes of rescue.
So all that’s left is to succumb meekly to this fate
Smothered by self-loathing and the ever-present hate
That twists my life into a snarling parody
Plummeting obliquely into mundane obscurity
So how to find solace in a shell that I despise?
By defiling the innocence this awkward exterior belies.
It’s clichéd I know, but it let’s go
Drink, smoke and ‘til we feel alive!
That smile oblivion reserves for only me
As I surge towards it,
Self-destructing
Happily
We’ve all got to die,
So why should I
Linger for longer
Than is
Necessary?
Copyright © Jenny Leigh | Year Posted 2023
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Jenny Leigh Poem
Once more my hand clasps the vial,
trembles with its crystal cold.
my heart craves the ruby liquid within
and so once more I bring it to my lips
and drink the fiery torrent to the last
Once more my dark room dissolves
fading into nothingness
as I fly to that familiar door
and so once more I enter realms of light
and revel in the freedom that world brings
Once more my mind's unburdened
from the demons therein dwell
for here they are entombed in cruel cages
and so once more I hear their anguished cries
and laugh at my tormentors agony
Once more my soul knows solace
albeit temporary
the fiery torrent returns to its source
and so once more I'm cast back to my woe
and resume my pitiful existence
until once more I can clasp
the phial that holds peace within
Copyright © Jenny Leigh | Year Posted 2023
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