Nick Ruff Poet Free verse

The Trial

Pacing in an empty room,
I'm sick, and tired of fighting
This unyielding evil
Who makes his case
To torment our family

And as the minutes turn to hours,
I feel the force of cruel waves
Crashing against the guiltless shore,
As he tries to drown
The truth in lies

And so I say a silent prayer,
Hoping against hope
For an end
To an endless storm

I pray that when the tide retreats,
His heinous lies dissolve in foam;
That blinding rays of sun expel
This ghost who haunts our happy home

I pray his clever masquerade,
Well crafted by undying hate,
Will fall away like rotted wood
Within the healing light of truth

I pray, when everything is seen,
And all is known and understood,
That Justice wash away this scourge
Forever from our lives.

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