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.

Word of the Day Challenge #72-Untitled Poem

Cup my cheek
tender hand
caress the curve of my lip
stare
deep into my eyes
capturing me
mesmerizing me
causing me to feel
emotions I have thought dead.
Break through the barrier
the one I have erected
after so much torment and fear.
Never had much thought
for what a man could do
other then hurt me
as my history does prove.
Tears
enough have been cried
to fill
rivers
lakes
oceans
to cover the arid lands
you wipe away
with gentle words.
Touch me close
hold me near
my heart
my soul
yours to keep
or ransom back to me
with pain and heartache.

©Nov. 14/19
Picture via PInterest