Cleanse

Locked within her own mind
games played
voices heard
vacant look upon her face
no one knows
no one will ever learn
the truth that she holds.
Evil roams the world
hidden behind
masks
which when stripped away
reveal the monstrous face
vicious fangs
violent words
beating constantly
upon her body
upon her mind
upon her soul.
Captured.
Captive.
Yearning for protection
for rescue
from those who misuse
abuse
violate her trust
her body
her very sense of being
knowing that the day will come
when all she will have
is herself to rely on.
Come the day
it will burn bright
to scour…..
to purge…..
to cleanse…..
while she stands under the moonlight
listening to the bastards scream
as the fire washes them clean.
March 8/19
Photo by Joshua Earle on Unsplash

Untitled Poem #12

I stand upon the palisade
fires burning bright
looking out over the battle field
heart breaking
when I see what we have done.
Wicked words
ripped from the core
tripping off my tongue
searing your heart
leaving you unable to comprehend
how  
why 
I went from sweet 
docile
tame
to screaming harridan.
Vicious
belittling 
rage makes me fierce
flames burn
in my eyes
in my soul
in my heart.
Our playground
incinerated. 
Our love in shambles
Chaos does reign.
You.
Me.
Where will we be?
When embers burn down
exhausted 
weakened 
spent
my hand reaches for yours
fingers brushing
hearts wondering…..
how
my darling
do we forgive?
 
December 18/18

Splintered

Fires burn on the horizon
cities crumble
concrete cracking
voices shrill with panic
with fear
watching as the brotherhood
fills the streets with death.
A call to arms
a call to making it great
fostering hatred
anger
disrepair
splintering a nation
that once was the model of decorum.
Blood shed
flowing in the streets
no backing down
no repreive
only volatile explosions
rocking all to their knees.
September 3/18
Photo by Dawn Armfield on Unsplash

Coronation

Photo by Denys Argyriou on Unsplash

They never showed up

to watch the king come down

and take his crown

for it was false.

It sat upon a head so bald

his mouth wide in a clown’s smile

rivulets of black mascara

tracking down his cheeks.

One group crowded to the front

making it seem larger

for thin it was.

No one wanted him

no one……

but the fools

who capered and pranced

while the king did dance

and an effigy burned in the park.