The Defendant

Can a crowd obtain justice?

Will a man cement his fate?

When you look at all he’s done,

Do you consider what he’ll create?

Will it matter if he’s innocent?

Are you able to differentiate

The emotion from the evidence?

Or will the tears choose his fate?

Will the chaos beyond the doors,

Send echoes into the courtroom?

Will the stoic man, once praised,

Put on the cuffs and mask of gloom?

The insatiable eyes, with mouth agape

Can be seen as shadows on all the walls

Its spiny hands are waiting to grasp

A hated man, abandoned by the law

A small soul waits

I could hear it, they called out to me.
So sweet and clear, they called…
Asked that I might lend my being,
reach out and wrap warm arms around them.
The laughter, so pretty and clear,
but why must it change?

They weep now.

The sobbing scrapes my heart,
The mind wanted to give up,
Nearly broken.
Could they hear my drying heart snap?

I could not console my caged heart, except by reaching for the sweet laughter.

A heart that has given up is not dead. A heart that has suffered and calls out for help lives and I will give it a home.

Silence

I was feeling like I was trapping myself, or making myself quiet, when all I wanted to do was speak. I was very much frustrated when I wrote these.

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Its a shy crush
A small wave not
Tall enough to break
Not wide enough to matter
My heart aches
And I shatter
At every
Step closer
Its something different
And unconquered
How can I cope?
When his stare
Causes me to choke, and lose hope
In myself?

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Its how I feel in the moment.
How I lack a soul,
A tongue…
My conversation stops
Just talk!
The frustration is pitiful
I ache, I suffer,
In my silence I die
I cannot do what is important
That necessary trait humanity owns
I cannot speak!
Simply because
I won’t

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Your eyes
Your movement
Your speech
Make me
Want to speak
To reach,
But here I am:

Hidden. My tongue unable to speak,
unable to describe what stirs in this heart.
The one thing I can do
(Hide)
I do inefficiently