Room Full of Rumors

Wandering through a building full of rumors with no walls.

Hands in the shape of an M's & L's .

Ears burning from the deafening judgement.

Do you know what it's like to have been through hell?

The jury of peers piercing gaze ruptures his composure.

Has him off foot, stumbling for his words.

The truth is irrelevant. The audience wants a story.

The spotlight shines with the intensity of a lone moon .

Green stares followed by elevator handshakes.

Mean glares followed by marred remarks.

The truth is irrelevant. The audience wants a story.

Jealously is prevalent. Non fiction is boring.

Awaiting trial he sweats profusely as if a camel herder.

He has experienced mental anguish far beyond his years.

This 'crime' was merely a rebirth of life.

But, the stones shatter the mirrors of the accusers.

The audience wants a story.

Doing no wrong, he enters a guilty plea,

The judge knocks and agrees,

He is guilty.

The truth is irrelevant.

He is guilty.

The truth is irrelevant.

He is guilty.

The truth is irrelevant.

He is guilty, of being

ME