Slapped down
Battened down
Forced into the shade
Gagged and bound
passed around
like some tribal slave
the ego rests its head
upon the graves of innocence
did it make you bleed
to see the cut so deep
you cannot force me to bleed
for you
threaten me
to make me desolate
to take your refuge of lies away
where shall they go
when I am tied
and they have no where to go
but fester inside of you
the scapegoat you flung
into the air of your deceit
convincing others of so many wonderful feats
in pomp and slippery candied coated
personas you wear
so cleverly you have them fooled
if not you
it were her
these wretches in what they do
ran from one to find another soon thereafter
sucking at the dew
this evil cord that runs amuck
through men
and women
in unconscious tributes
to the stains they wear
as they lash out
into mockery of their selves
it is repugnant when seen for what it is
their blindness in folly
of wanton affairs
seething in sinew
the nerve to shred another
does not rest
well in their beds
try as they might to break another
when never their task shall be undone
unto themselves broken they befall
for not escaping the claws that jaded
and marred their quest
and in steed upon their backs
the striking of the whips
shall crack
and into their peril they shall run
dumping their deeds
before the feet
swift the wind she speaks
they stumble and fall
onto their knees
when mercy reckons with the beast
10/24/2018