Eraser

You speak as if you
Are the only fact,
As if your word is
The one worth hearing.
Your perspective so
Crooked and swollen
It eats us all, our
Poor truths forgotten.
I don’t know how to
Form an opinion
Righteous enough to
Defeat your madness.
But apathy flaming,
So angry I’m scalding.
I have my history
And I have my legends
My stories run swiftly,
I’ll stand and replace you.
You forget
I am human too.
You forget
that I am not you.

All rights reserved – Alicia Fitton 2017

picture by Alexas_Fotos

If you liked Eraser, read Hope – An old Campaigner

Reckless

She runs with ghosts and the patience of others
Through fields of regret where the grass cuts her legs
Past razors of guilt, of shrugged off compassion
She leaves muddy trails of blood, tears and sweat.
She holds no secrets, just stories in footprints
The ground when it echoes, beats close to her heart
Salt stings her face as sea spray washes over
A raw, angry wind has tangled her hair.
The taste of adventure will drag her under
She dives straight in with no thought of censure

All Rights Reserved – Alicia Fitton 2017

If you liked Reckless read Waiting