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

Cross Word

Bitter shouts
comments aside
12 down, begins with A
Divining rod measures your meaning
Our gaps hidden within the words
Ennui
The silence is spoken, broken, fragmented
The bones are picked, the blisters unburst.
Fear of consequence, terror of truth
Monologues written on the cave of our hearts
Cryptic clues
Return to start,
Don’t speak, don’t hurt, just bury it deep
Beware the scars the truth might leave.
Beware the answers written first.

All rights reserved. Alicia Fitton 2016

If you liked Crossword, read Sea Witch

My Love is an Ocean of Guilt

My love is an ocean of guilt
Formed by the sweat that runs down her thighs.
The curve of her lip and the white of her teeth,
A smile that wriggles across the beach.

The incoming tide drowns my toes,
The skulls she painted with smiles and scorn
In red with silver, crystal eyes
She sparkles with the lies I’ve told!

Her love is an island of pain,
I tried to soothe with blissful breezes,
I tried a balm of clotted cream
The truth is out there, silver plated.

My love is an ocean of guilt,
I sail toy boats along its currents.
Her smile is worth a thousand cuts
From scattered shards of broken mirrors.

All rights Reserved – Alicia Fitton 2015

If you liked this, read Love?