The Peoples Court

The Peoples Court

It was long

as days go,

longer than usual.

 

Breathing felt labored

and ill prepared,

numbing the tips of the fingers

and the toes.

 

Hard to think quickly

when standing still.

 

The people in court

were silent,

but for a gasp

from the front row.

 

It was an ambush really.

 

A setup for the down fall,

an effortless demoralization

of someone who really cares;

someone with heart.

 

Doesn’t seem to matter much

if it’s not down on paper,

doesn’t seem to matter much

at all.

 

If not recorded.

 

Coming away lost,

with a little less in the tank,

realistic;

just a setback.

 

One that could end a dream.