A Ghost Without a Face

A short poem

Photo by Steinar Engeland on Unsplash

Resentment disguises as chaos

in her eyes

Destruction takes the form of creation

in her mind

She,

a single voice

lost in unity

She,

a single entity,

carrying those who refuse to walk

Memories of so-called madness, dispersing

like acid rain

Riot fires, scorching

the ground she walks on

Towns painted red, bringing

them back to life

To her,

she is taking back what was once lost

to a city of self-made men

To them,

she is a ghost

without a face