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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