Verdict On the Other Side

The time bomb, Has a lens cap, Fingers gripping the other end, Focused in on the verdict, Scoping out the pinpoint, The fast pace has the iris zoned, The hours add on, Distant but closely watched, The figure becomes slower, Grazing the seconds to linger, Hearing my breath, Taking my olive eyes away, As I sink down in the chair, The agony kills, With dark red, An observation, Frozen in my footsteps, Do I walk away? Or become the victim.