Courtroom

The jury sits stoic and pensive with unwavering eyes Set upon me like a lock on prey Persecution for the crime of being small Groundless accusation I have yet to discern Though it seems the world has already done so I am by fault a timid being Created, it seems, by a mind set on juxtaposition I am neither here nor there Neither bright nor shadow I stand with shaking knees Sit with shaking hands Interrogated for moments or hours I’ve been forced to shrink Forced to fold into myself, But I am the one standing before a judge The verdict readies itself to change a life I receive my sentence with salted, glass eyes Doomed to life without a chance -s.grace