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.

Death’s Desire

The masks I wear
Beneath a face
None see
None realize
Is yet another masque
Fear
Ruler of this domain
Laughter maniacal
Sending chills
Down my back
Birthing
Insanity
Clutching at the bars
The door lockless
Handleless
No escape
Only hell beneath my feet
It is not easy
Day after day
To play this person I am not
Assuring all
Never again will I fall
Never again will I fail
Yet knowing
There is no net beneath my feet
No current upon which to rise
Blood let
Seeps red crimson
Pain is gone
For me at least
Yours is just beginning.

I am sorry

©Feb. 19/20
Picture is my own