"The Accused"

Thought I'd blotted the past behind me
But seems the ink has never dried
Memories still appear and haunt me
Eyes red with tears I've cried
Second chances never found me
Hopes and dreams rot on the shelf
Blame still firmly on my shoulders
But the blame's with someone else
Diary entry has the answers
But nobody wants the truth
Read between the lines I've written
If you want to find the proof
I was framed, I didn't do it
But everybody thinks I did
The real culprit was so clever
And his movements were all hid
In the end there must be justice
In the end I must be free
But at present I'm a shadow
Of the man I used to be
I huddle in the corner
Where the sunshine lights my face
Dreaming dreams of new tomorrows
In my freedom's warm embrace
But for now I chalk the days off
In my cold and lonely cell
Praying for a little justice
To release me from this hell.

by David Whitney           c2021