NOVEMBER 30TH, 2023

The echoes of the slam still haunt the air, A limping ghost, the trauma's heavy share. The lawyer's words, a hollow, broken plea, Justice delayed, a cruel eternity. One year, two years, the clock relentlessly ticks, Three years of limbo, where the spirit breaks. The plea bargain looms, a soul-crushing trade, For freedom lost, a heavy price is paid. Handcuffs again, a chilling, familiar sting, Rights recited, a meaningless, hollow thing. The prison gates, a chasm dark and deep, Where hope lies buried, and the soul must weep. But even here, a flicker, faint and small, A whisper of resilience, rising above it all. A memory of laughter, a love that still remains, A promise whispered, that hope will rise again.