Life
“Life”
Sat here in this god-damned courtroom,
unable to move
backed into the corner by kangaroos
no escape from the ill-informed
baptised in their five minutes of fame
they like to pin me like I’m a donkey
I have no tale to wag...
but they’ll beat it and wag the dog
just the same,
it seems I'm becoming a fable;
stupid decisions
I made sometimes in my life
I was the try-hard
fat boy slim, wrong place, wrong time
criminally forensic
I could have avoided it all
but here I sit, shackled and seated
as if sinking 6 feet in cement, humiliated to nothing
unable to move
to present a remarkable meaning
a motive, an inkling to open end it all
I could be innocent, admission of something
anything,
before the whole world.
They are ALL -
magnetically pulled
towards me, yet unseeing
to what is directly in front of them,
fathoms underneath it all;
why here?
closed off,
buried already
like I’m sealed
no open case
without a true voice heard
vaccumed sucker-punched
in a closed box
rat-a-tat-tat
in front of those
in a more superior world
grave diggers all, ignorant,
yet more virtuous their call
they’ve had their voice heard;
Me -
three words
in a sectioned stance
I say audibly loud enough
as if in a trance,
“I respectfully decline”…
the ball bounced against
a dumb wall
where vacuous minds are lined up,
resounds back.
Life
4
consecutive times
applied
somewhere
out there
the real monsters
walk free.
And here I am,
dealing with mine, inside,
perhaps a patsy,
the outside continues to debate
angel or monster?
human or demon?
I have no voice.
the audience
speaks it for me,
has its final say -
true or false?
I turn away;
on the table
pen and paper
a work of art
for deciphering
a black heart remains
CandideDiderot ‘25
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