The Mistake

He stood there
Eyes begging for release
The power of the mistake
Was to overwelming

The room stood against him
The walls on top of him
Pressing.
Pressing.

His voice choking and rasping
Searching for acceptable words;
Ways for the fog to be lifted
The judges just judge.

His smile wavering.
Hurt,
A miniscule word for such
Emotion he was having.

The Family stand with him
But as he falls
They fall too.
The man of the house.

Man,
He was a disgrace
To his race
Or so he thought.

The re-build
Of his life was going to
Take years
Time.

He could not do it...
On his own

He had so much.
But so little,
He needed time;
A job
And his reputation,
Honour.

He needed back his life.
Literally.