Afternoon, everybody! Today I have a poem that’ll hopefully make you think. Writing it was a blast and I’ve been excited to share it as it’s in a style that is ever so slightly different than my usual. Big PS: If you’d like to follow for updates or donate to support my work, there are links at the bottom of the home page, as well as follow links below all my posts. Also, feel free to leave a comment if you’d like to get in touch with me as I do not use twitter or instagram.
Effervescent
“Speaker,”
“Speak.”
“What say you?”
“What would you say in your defense?”
“The crowd hungers for an answer.”
Eyes linger on the dancer.
Teeth gnash and chatter.
Mouths yearn for the prancer,
As vile crowd debates the former, and the latter.
Dark faces close in.
“You’ve lost, you can’t win.”
“Tell us what you know.”
“Tell us and we’ll go.”
Ghastly trial in progress.
All feels like regress.
No chance for recess.
“There is no escape,”
says the playback of the tape.
Every figure in the room, sitting there, agape.
Boils and pustules fill this tormented landscape.
Dread trial, already guilty.
Quite the misstep, swearing fealty.
Cloaked in subtlety.
You never know a person, what they will be.
Poems by Sam 