jury

Charges brought against him ,
serves only to remind me of the night I lost him.
Friends taking sides in a battle,
waged inside their own minds.
These were not my intentions,
nor how I wanted this to be
Loyalties create blindness in even the most logical,
the truth replaced by good intentions.

Punishment from a jury of my peers,
his head always on the chopping block.
Me forever the weeping victim,
if only in everyone else's book.
I never said to crucify an innocent man,
never wanting him to hang.
At verdict he walks a free man,
at liberty to forget this had ever happened.

How could he be guilty,
if I knew his track record?
Don't think him innocent,
just not at fault.
Informed of the consequences,
I bought in to him none the less.
Does that prove me a fool?
Maybe I am.

Reviews

[MissRed]

Great poem, and probably a hard one to write if this is coming from a personal experience. You told a great story with your words, and I was definitely attentive. My favorite line: "Loyalties create blindness in even the most logical." This is so true, and I love the way you put it. Thanks for sharing!