Cold as Ice

Longing to

needing to

wanting to……

lead me around the garden gate

using words of glory

of love

of admiration

to turn my head

to turn my heart

to make me believe once more in love.

I hate that I am this weak

that I am filled with desire

craving your soul

needing your presence

to feel whole.

I do not want this.

I do not need this.

I reject the whole premise of affairs

wrapped in cotton candy

head above the clouds

dreaming of times better

brighter

filled with you…..

your touch

your hands

your scent

scare away the imps

carving up my heart

handing out pieces to be eaten.

Rain falls

erasing the words you spoke

cold embraces me

pulling me in

pulling me under

so I can forget the words you proposed.

Speared through to the core

watching you walk away

holding my heart in your hands

bleeding from wounds…..

you pierced me

you laughed at me

you took my love for granted

turning it into a cesspool

from which I shall never arise.

©June 29/19

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No Heroes

Voices are raised

protests are held

men call to arms

women respond.

Children play with toy guns

pop pop pop

noises made

bullets tearing flesh.

Blood

crimson floods

raging in the streets

raging in the sheets

raging……..

Lost in time

lost to pain

simpler times

viewed nostalgically

yet……

danger arises

daily

without any to cease its call.

Complacent

sickly bony fingers

hooked into the soul of humanity

tearing

shredding

those with care

those who would make change

destroyed by those who want

who need

the status quo.

Baby laying in the streets

mom slayed

laying in her blood stained sheets

daddy has the blade

turned on himself.

Down on my knees

not in prayer

not in supplication

rending my hair

screaming in rage

screaming in pain

screaming in defeat

for I can see no end.

There are no heroes

to stand for the rest

time has come

for death to pass.

©June 28/19

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