Word of the Day Challenge #115-Untitled Poem

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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Failure to Pay

Gaze
ever upwards
eyes slitted
remorse
given so much time
given so much energy
forgiven
time 
and again
only ever
burst into conflagration.
I am broken.
There is nothing more 
the well
this well
untapped 
drained
vile men
lands once fertile
shattered
cracked 
dirt filters through the air
no more….. 
no more can I take
pollution
deforestation
man’s folly
raping 
over and over 
believing 
never shall the piper be paid.
Night has fallen
moonlight
eyes peering 
water 
calamity is coming
my view
one last loving look
once abundant terrain
rock hard
sustaining life no more
as behind 
deafening crescendo
waves building 
surging
what once was
is no more.
 
©Sept. 17/20
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