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

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Silent One

Date: 11/27/2023 8:45:00 AM

This is so unfair when it happens.. i can feel the despair and fear in your words.. expressed so well..

Daniel Turner

Date: 11/27/2023 2:42:00 AM

Open to interpretation. I interpret it as life without a chance and the world is the prison, no bars. (the crime of being small) Probably wrong but thats the way I see it. Nicely penned.

Tom Woody

Date: 11/26/2023 4:10:00 PM

Quite a tense moment for perps. You described it well