Innocent

He tasted the acridness

Of the lurking tomorrows

A crooked system

Sealed his fate

His mind was at a prolonged scuffle

As the cold tears trickled 

down his tired face

His hurt was drenched

In superficial rough waters

Echoes of innocence

Taunted him at night

Confined to mirror walls

Which cast another mans reflection

He spat out faith 

like unwanted phlegm

And veered into distant memories 

of a once owned cassimere sweater

As the cold thoughts slowly came

A man so innocent

Yet proven guilty

Deserves a second chance

But left to die

by the raft of times hand

His innocent plea

Is never heard