Lost Hope

I have been made voiceless

tongue torn

letters stolen

eyes gouged

scales no longer balance

pain

hatred

so heavy

so prevalent

kindness

joy

short supply

becoming smaller each day.

I have been made sightless

blinded

greed

wealth

poverty

injustice

turn away

can cry no more.

My value diminishes

light going out

when processed

in bytes

in numbers on the page

inflated

deflated

too late

I had believed.

Civilization is crumbling

made null and void

as the rich become richer

on death of the poor.

I too

now a part of the problem

but tired

weary

unable to fight

tears fall

I have given up.

I can only hope

someone will take my mantle up.

©April 13/20

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I found it back in 2017 and still pops back up

now and again as an appropriate image.

Word of the Day Challenge #97-Untitled Erotic Poem

Delicate nails

razor sharp

slither beneath skin

patterns etched

silver acid

burned

marking me as his.

Arching  back

moans of desire

easing ache

pleasure

with each stroke

with each thrust

more

more

falling beneath his spell.

Sparkling diamonds

cascade

toes to head

filling my body

effervescent

languid I lay

tongue sketching

designs on my thighs.

Peak within reach

breath

gasping

nails skewering

knife sharp

daggers in shoulders

pulling him close

legs wrapped

as orgasm bursts.

Cuddled within

safe

serene

warm

I am his

he is mine

together as one

now

and forever more.

©April 13/20

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