Guillotine Raised

I knew
recruited
trained
entire plot planned
rich men
needing to right wrongs
dreadful deeds
shoveled into deep deep hole
history rewritten
to eradicate the fold.
Risen recklessly
seen to be the answer
resurrect a dying party
reassemble
order of aristocracy
head of the snake
cut one down
three more return.
Devil’s in the detail
how much of a fool
how stupid I mean
did they really think I am?
One way in
one way out
death comes to the one who dealt it
stunning blow
like hell I was going to fall
trapped
not me
always another way out.
Evil comes
evil goes
as I sight down
bead drawn
true evil though
will rise again
and again
until aristocrats realize
the plebeian will always win
their time
no more.
©July 30/20
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Word of the Day Challenge #108-Untitled Poem

It’s hard
ya know?
With each thimbleful
each swallow
darkness grows
sucking me down
craving grows
grows
until it is all I think of.
Sweet nectar
spilled over tongue
whispered
succulent promises
desire
naked
upon my face
eyes glazed
not sure how I got here
where I am.
It’s hard 
ya know?
Judging eyes
boring into me
hearing hisses
snaked tongue
gossip
pulling me down
pulling me to hell
why
do they hate me so?
What have I done?
It’s hard
ya know?
Watching
destruction of beauty
of intelligence
not understanding
inky shadows
tormented waking nightmares
twisted
crawl forward
no longer hearing
no longer feeling
letting go
I am sorry
I can no longer hold you upright.
©July 28/20
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