Slow Erosion

Each tear
each hurt
each neglection
add too many
barricading
no longer do I wonder
time is mine own
apparent
you have made
lack of desire
to be with
unless
on terms you dictate.
Times you demand
without thought
consideration
gentle soul
caring heart
flayed
grated
blown
dust motes
dance through air
only beauty
coming from
what once was
golden dreams…..
love
lasting.
Fool I was.
Kiss good bye…..
the best
you could have had
ever would have had
watch my ass
see the finger
take a hike
get out of my life
and don’t let the door
hit ya on the way out.
©Aug. 31/20
Picture is my own

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
Picture via Pinterest
I found it back in 2017 and still pops back up
now and again as an appropriate image.