The Courtroom Poem by Pat Nichols

Sun light illuminates

a solemn room.

Dust particles float aimlessly

much like my thoughts.



I sit motionless,

a cold and barren bench.

Praying for mercy,

for him,for me.



Distinct sounds of clinking chains,

chorus of lost souls.

Moving in unison.

Brightly clad in orange and black.



My beautiful child,

staring hopelessly.

A captured soul,

his innocence held hostage.



I glance at the clock,

stuck on past dreams.

locked into self torment,

a dark sadness overcomes me.