Poetic Justice
Location
Justice
Just ice
that melts and falls
out of the eyes of
a scarred victims face
to land back on the
ground, evaporated to find
itself recycled to
be reused again in
some other form of justice
just melted ice to fall
again from the next victims
window to a tormented soul
durranged by someone who
could twist it into another
form.
The justice of a key turns
the barbed wire protrudes
the bars that hold the
source of my melted ice
tears. they change in my
own security
mimicing the chains and
a metallic cell in a
stone building somewhere
marked "SECURE".
so again you are left
secure, locked in safe
And I am here, left in
the world marked by what you took.
Insecure.
Seemingly unsafe.
And in my state
I realize that
justice
has merely become
POETIC JUSTICE.