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