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Janet Doyle Jul 2022
I look at the red sun setting, as night creeps slowly in,
Is this the final ending? Or is this where I begin?
On the brink the whole world teeters, a fall will lose it all,
But a leap to fly forever! And how the sky does call,
Eternity to shatter, and the day it will subside,
We are on the edge together, here where our fates collide,
One to stand in ruins, an illusion lost in the night,
One to jump in darkness, and turn a plummet into flight.
But the dawn that follows evening, remembers all to well,
The emptiness, the losses, a red sun to rise in Hell.

JHenry
Janet Doyle Jul 2022
The wind begins to slither, finding openings to my room,
Something moves along the window, touches of impending doom,
Growing larger, ever closer, above my lying form to loom,
I wake up in the night,
The darkness is alive now, my bright eyes stare into the veil,
Catching motion, is it blowing? Or somehow rising up through Hell?
The chiming ever louder, and the cause I ache to tell,
So little in my sight,
The still of the night is deadened,  waiting, waiting, dare I lay?
Suddenly, the birds are chirping, can they drive this dark away?
My heart to slow, my soul at ease, surer of the coming day,
So soon there will be light,
But will I see it? Moving forward, my hand to grasp upon the knife,
Peering, searching through the darkness, can I **** what don’t hold life?
Chirping, chiming, growing louder, the wind it rises, seductive, rife,
As I walk into the night.

JHenry
Janet Doyle Jun 2022
Most damage, Most wounds,
Will heal on their own in time,
And they may leave a mark,
But it’s of little consequence,
But this time, I realized,
This one,
It would require a little more attention,
This one,
Was going to need stitches,
And as luck would have it,
I’m pretty good at sewing.
Janet Doyle Jun 2022
???
A question of the ages,
And it is getting late,
As time flips through it’s pages,
Is this free will or fate?
I stand my ground, deciding,
My life is mine to choose,
Resisting or abiding?
Are we all destined to lose?
Or are lucky ones the winners?
Though the path is winding still,
The angelic and the sinners,
Is it fate or our free will?
There’s a Heaven where we’re going,
But Hell is here on Earth,
The challenge is the knowing,
Since the long past day of birth,
As the fulcrum totters sideways,
Confusion that I feel,
Is it fate’s playful hand that sways?
Or because of my free will?

JHenry
Janet Doyle May 2022
Once that I am in your arms,
Never again will I be free,
Once that I hold onto you,
And let your hands touch me,
Once our sweat has mingled,
And bodies move as one,
Heaven promises no such pleasure,
And Hell’s work will be done,
The world to weep it’s bitter tears,
It knows my soul it cannot save,
Only in you do I find peace,
I’ll lie restless in the grave.

JHenry
Janet Doyle Apr 2022
A cold and dark stiletto blade,
It’s rusted, jagged, poorly made,
An open heart to beat it’s last,
Blood that’s spilled into the past,
Where betters fail, the less succeed,
Swear jealous want is just a need,
And lies like acid, eat away,
They take tomorrows with today,
A coward’s heart, a poisoned soul,
With cunning words the best they fool,
A strike comes sudden… does it though?
Was there anything we didn’t know?
This spiraling downward endlessly,
To hit a bottom too black to see,
Pandora’s box broke open wide,
With the false hope that was inside,

JHenry
Janet Doyle Mar 2022
So high a price,
So thoughtless paid,
A loaded dice,
A promise made,

A whispered lie,
A look away,
And love to die,
And pain to stay,

Another game,
Another end,
So stay the same,
So just pretend.

JHenry
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