The Trip

by Olivia   Jun 26, 2020

Started as a trip to get away from my regrets.
Slowly the car comes to a halts to a stop,
Suddenly I'm blinded by the conflict up ahead,
The policeman assumes the best out of the worst and still does him job.
Like he is told to do but the leader.
The hallway is to loud,
the lawyer comes and takes me into the courtroom.
Just so we can start a debate,
then a quick distraction as I get pulled into another room.
Mist in my eyes as I'm being departed from what's left of my broken family.
All to polish what's so called left of my heart and soul.


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