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.