My own self-hate is digging deep
As I step up to the stand alone
The risk of redemption is too steep
Their cold, hard eyes chill to the bone
My hands, shaking, rest on the stiff wood
My voice, searching for the right thing to say
I want to leave, I only wish I could
But their voices tell me I won't see today
My ears are ringing, I can't breathe!
My legs buckle, I fall on my knees
The lights are too bright! My senses seize
The pain I feel is more than I believe
The judge has spoken, the guilty stands
He smiles, he laughs; no one understands
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Author:
Tom Wood (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
A fine write Tom. Written as fiction, or personal non-fiction?
Thank you! It is written as fiction, it's based off of a Sonnet I wrote with one of my friends.
gut wrenching feeling that i unfortuntely know from experience. reat writing.
It is an unfortunate feeling sadly... Thanks for reading my poem 🙂
Oh I see. Why this title? I can't work it out! Oops.
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