Poems

Highest court

Victory at the ending of the storm
Water around me
dust beneath me
frozen port wine in my back pack
Entering the stupid game
I have got enough

I will never stop continuing
Afraid
What?
Grief and despair tomorrow
When will it come to an end
We hear
Lift up our face
and face it
life is better than death
choosing yourself as you ar
choosing myself as I were and am

We are not judges in the highest court.