I am both robbers
right and left
accusing and scheming
pitying and arrogant,
wanting him to save me,
wondering why he didn’t save himself,
empathising with the pain,
mocking, frightened, pleading
guilty, condemned, argumentative
an innocent man somewhere lost
in the middle of all this;
dark days to follow,
brighter days promised:
‘remember me’ all my cry
‘remember me’ when I should
remember him, or them,
but I just forget.
© KB 2010