The accuser

Alas Alas
The time is come that I might be free
Activities, distractions, doings
Perhaps I might pause
A little break for a cup of water or perhaps a long break


Man, activities, silence
I watch all the activities of Man
I sit, I wonder.
Oh how Great the joy of solace is

Then slam slam dunk
The pain hits, I watch from the sides and from the front but it makes no sense how this might have been
I was at the sidelines never in the match
How am I hit and bruised

Alas Alas, I was mentioned
Laughed to scorn for being on the sideline
Someone must have whispered
Someone must have talked

I wasn’t a part of this game
It’s too sad, a mere relief of joy for the unending amount of pain faced while In battle
Someone must have called My name
‘’ The accuser’’