Does the sound
that sound
ratcheting
each notch
announced with sharp click
haunt your nightmares?
Does that laughter
that laughter
braying
harsh
grating
upon ears
do you wish
that you could not hear?
Does that disdain
that disdain
wave after wave
crashing
eroding
crushing
ego so bloated
gangrene
only cure
to lop off
offending limb.
Do you feel that terror?
That terror
do you feel it building?
Howling marauders
banging at the door
deserted by those
who swore
they had you the most
hidden themselves
leaving you to defend
against hoards
coming for your soul.
At what moment did you feel them collide?
Elation fading to fear
alone
defeated
laughing stock
headline after headline
shrieking your defeat
in delight…..
Sit alone.
Darkness is coming.
Man’s sins must be paid.
Oh dear…..
lookie here
they sent the Accountant for you.
©Sept. 21/20
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Amazing as always my friend
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Thank you so much. It is churning away up there
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Nicely Written dear🤗.
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Thank you so much. 🤓💜
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Wow deep and dark! My two favourite things! Love the jagged edges on this one! xxx
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Thank you. Took me a bit to get it going. Two days of mulling
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It paid dividends!
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🤓💜🤗🤗
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