Words


Vaguely, at the edge of hearing

A voice speaks in words I don't quite understand

Soft tones to harsh ones

Some tired, some accusing

While I stand timidly in protest

Of my innocence


How can I continue to pretend

That these words don't wear away my defenses

Leaving me open to the whims

Of a capricious jury

When I know full well what is being said

In words I don't quite understand


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