Sunlight to filter
Through a cloudy day
The air is silent
Words left to say
Upon a shelf
With tired eyes
Resting are
Those quiet lies.
An awkward time
As moments slide
The bitter pangs
Of anxiety hide
Behind a smile
Crooked and thin
The aftershocks
Of life begin.
The rules they speak
Stacked and high
Against the morality
For which men die
Guilt by reason
No defence
No bend or twist
The sentence sent.