Mistress Strength

Beseeching

eyes pleading

do not walk away

do not leave me

when you promised to stay.

Hurling harsh words

harmony gone

fled on the wind

with bitter calls.

Thunder roars

lightening crackles

you shall be destroyed.

Gutted

black evil arising

laying on the crossroads

tears falling

hand upraised

while you pull away

walk away

with nary a glance back.

Wrath

crimson bled

searing my senses

vision narrowing

until all I can see is you.

I warned you once

I begged you twice

thrice on bended knee

not to leave me

not to serve me

rejection 

on a silver platter.

Yet you did.

Laughing

chastising

making me forget my worth

you laid me bare

a silver knife to the face.

Who is laughing now?

Certainly ain’t you

’cause I have you 

hung on the wall

picture perfect

silly regard

you can hurt no one

for I shall stand guard.

©July 27/19

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Subvert

**I submitted two poems to The New Yorker. This is one of the two. I obviously was rejected but I can say with pride I was rejected by The New Yorker.***

There is an evil rot within

leaching from the heart

any illusion

that there remains some good.

Time and time again

it has been proven

that society has become doomed

trading away

ethics

morals

basic humanity.

Twisting and subverting

with each falsehood told

embraced

with zeal

religious fevor

becoming the very demon

decried as the enemy.

We have failed.

We have lost our way.

One by one

we have been corrupted

by lies

by slight of hand

and the tears that are wept

fall between the cracks

in this desert land.

©Feb. 23/18

Photo by Jason Leung on Unsplash