Untitled Poem #4

Pacing
nails bitten to the quick
waiting
dreading
the words that he will speak.
Heart is racing
can feel the blood in my ears
pounding in my head
I am dizzy
I am aware
I am afraid.
Though I have been flippant
making jokes
deflecting questions
with questions of my own
I have cried
I have screamed
I know that I did this to myself.
Years and years
of abuse
of pills
of anything that would numb
it had to catch up to me eventually.
Truth be told
today is the day
when finally I can admit
to more tears
to more fears
than jokes
and quick witted remarks.
Nov. 5/18
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Genocide

Sitting beneath the blinding lights
sweat beading upon his  brow
waiting
impatient
to spread the good word
of
hatred
intolerance
violence
tidbits to tear a world
a nation
a country
apart.
Venomous spittle
sprayed across the face
raging
foaming
lunatic
could someone turn his mic off?
Burgeoning fear can be felt
despair
angst
as his rhetoric
fans the flames
stirring up the masses
until
like a powder keg
kaboom!
Blood will run in rivers
cascading over concrete curbs
triumph for one
marks the genocide of many.
November 4/18
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