Time’s Retreat

I have to wonder

as I listen to people talk

if truth is there

beneath all the uttered lies

deceptions

misconceptions

wound amongst

feet of those marching

ivied trendrils

tripping

denying

accuracy of facts.

Eyes wide open

no longer can we hide

where evil is found

light must be shone

casting doubt upon

those in authority

those in power

who corrupt the congregation.

Building walls

of stainless steel

fitted with cutted glass

knees slashed

if any try to escape.

Building concrete enclosures

blinding

justice

who roars

discontent

muzzled suddenly

when those dislike her speak.

We begin to count

down

no longer up

for the fall of time

the desperation of those

dialing weapons

to keep in power

a diseased mind

syphilitic

lost in an imaginary world

living an era

that no longer exists.

©June 14/20

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Balance the Scales

Fingers grip blanket tight

squeezing eyes shut.

Whispered prayer

never answered:

maybe tonight

the monsters won’t come

please keep me safe

someone.

Dead gaze

never a smile

how could no one notice

how could they not see

the wraith walking before them?

A child

bruised

skittish

afraid of all

falling between the cracks.

Too many fingers

too many hands

too many mouths

rape a child’s soul

battered

wanting to die

indomitable will

refusing to give up

refusing to allow suicide.

Growing

becoming a woman

tables turning

hunting those who hunted

child turned avenger

all will pay.

©Jan. 8/20

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