Awaiting Trial

Mournful sorrow,
We all have known,
Stillness,
The heart's gentle glow,
Of thoughts as alienated as water to the desert,
Dries away the tears of the lone mind,
Dead as a mind in coma,
Alive without a reason nor feelings,
To briefly disturb our mind,
Entrapped in a prison of our own,
Wailing to be rid of pains of belonging,
To evade the reasons of knowing,
Of meanings and meaninglessness of life,
Pains of remorse, some of justice,
Some of applied thought,
Some of strange hope,
Of someone,
Now a stranger,
Release me from the bonds of life,
They way you did from the bonds of felt,
I await trial, on your behalf,
Can't see you punished.