Your Room Of Courts 1 Poem by James McLain

When you had charge of me
and you allowed me to be raped
not once or twice but so many times i lost my self
but being lost i refused to become like you.
and Where did i go from there to here
and did you not leave me lost in between.
hoping i would die..
and your lawyers ask me why...
why did i not leave...and being confused as you knew
i was, as i said because you put me there...
was that not what you wanted..to be done..
and being without hope...
is hope the black pit of time..
between life and death...
elapsed the days the months, each year that passed
in blackness such is death
untill that spark of light returned is dull and not bright.
and the lawyer unlike Solomons 'Kings' did ask.
did not hope deliver you up, unto us now.
confused again i could but ask.
but was it not without hope that you put they upon me
to keep me without faith and where was the hope
as my bones were given up to they whom you knew.
even more confused i ask..
being brought back unto you perhaps there is a
misunderstanding as too why it was i endured it.