Word of the Day Challenge #112-Untitled Poem

Barricade
desk to door
chairs piled high
curtains drawn
malicious grin
creasing face
one who claims 
despot 
as true title of rule.
Domineering 
loud
uncouth
drooling dolt
sycophants 
yes men
wiping away
propping up
illusion of love
fantasy of grandeur
battle lines drawn
such a sore loser.
Tiny toy pistol
waving plastic saber
thumb sucking
wailing 
feet stomping
on your back
like a turtle 
unable to get up.
watched with amazement
rooms 
far 
wide
bet you did not know
your office was bugged.
 
©Aug. 29/20
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Forgotten Woman

I wrote a poem called Other Woman last year. Chuck of The Reluctant Poet   suggested that there was a prequel and ending to the poem making it into a trilogy love story. Well here is the last part. And as always a wee bit dark.

Thought it would never get easier
that tears
falling
rain drops
of my soul bleeding
when a funny thing happened.
One day I realized…..
I no longer was waiting for the ding.
I no longer was agonizing
over no messages.
I realized the next
I no longer sought your face
in the line up of callers.
I realized the next
you face was not the one
called up as I masturbate.
Melancholic
sucked grey days
held them tight
bartering my heart
if only you were to write.
I look back.
I know that I was a fool
falling for a taken man
who never thought
he would re-fall in love
with the woman he married.
Yet you did.
Poof……
Like that
gone you were
from life
from day
from hour
striping me of warmth
shattering my love
with one well crushed lie.
I wished you the best
at end of year
all I want is your happiness.
I do.
(I also would like 
to cut off your head
for being too chicken to tell me.
Ooooopsss………
that part was not suppose to slip out.)
Go back to your wife.
Go back to your children.
My memories of you
buried deep
behind charcoal grave
a nugget of coal
hardened heart
dreams no more.
©June 8/20
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