A Miscarriage Of Justice

If our case was

To be heard again

In any court of law

You know it would end

With your actions condemned

And you locked behind this door

At Her Majesty’s Pleasure

You were keen to kidnap my kindness.

Happy to hijack hope from my heart.

You smiled whilst you stole my soul,
and laughed as you looted the love from my life.

So why am I the one who is sentenced to this life of solitude,

And you are strolling around out there scot-free?

(Originally Posted 07.07.2019)

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