Word of the Day Challenge #55-Untitled Poem

Howling at the moon
mange eaten dog
baying strength
snapping at rivals
sure
so very sure
of its place in the pack.
Alpha.
Believed to be.
Joker.
Even that is an insult.
To the Joker.
Manipulator.
Manipulated is more like.
Stroke that ego.
Play to its insecurities
puffed up pride
strut like a peacock
one has to wonder
what is it like to live in its world?
Throwing money around
rippling like water
talk so loud
inane mutterings
seriously
is he insane?
Narcissism.
Grandiose claims
of being bigger than any god
past
present
or
future.
Claims have been floated
of how popular he is
(was) 
leading the world anew
rebuilding
strengthening the walls
keeping out the riffraff
or so he claims.
Question? 
Over here:
lean forward
eager to spew
indoctrinated passive voice.
Loved by the man
adored by thousands of women
all children want to be his.
Yes
Yes
is there a question in this?
How did a man such as he
adored
desired
(maligned)
much maligned
by those who do not know
(do not understand)
how is it….. 
please do explain…..
he lost those millions 
had to be crowned 
by his peers
only now to implode?
Straighten from the podium
mouth slitted in rage
arm out
finger pointing
let’s go
it is time to leave.
Point has been made
flashed across the screen
even with no answer forthcoming.
Minds begin to stir
awakening from dubious air
time for change
it’s a’comin’.
©August 31/19
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Word of the Day Challenge #54-Untitled Poem

***This poem is a continuation of Sister’s Shade and Bitter Spectre . Again these poems deal with sensitive issues.***
Flesh 
stretched taut over broken skull
eyes sunken
forever looking inward
escaping mirrored glare.
Life went down in a flash
fire burned 
she wanted to forget.
To run away.
Gaunt
sinew and muscle
consumed as fuel.
She huddles
invisible
hidden
hair over face
teeth cracked
decayed
falling out…..
broken
blackened
hurting in her head.
They ground her.
Keep her feeling pain.
Gashes in her arms
festering pus glows
never enough to kill herself
do any lasting harm.
She had luck.
Always found.
Always cradled.
Always…..
brought back from the brink of hell.
She tried.
Put herself in danger.
Ripped open her veins.
Drank to oblivion and beyond.
Took drugs and more.
Every time
she awoke to the same living nightmare.
One she knew well.
The view never changed.
Her eyes flutter open
pain ripping through anew
bending over her
face twisted in anguished wail
eyes blackened with rage
sister soul eater
her revenge…..
©August 30/19
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