90 in the Summer, 85 in the Winter, But it’s one of the coldest places around.

As the days add up they begin to build a calendar.
It feels like it was years ago.
A long time ago this all took place.
It’s because I’m angry.
I’m still bitter
Because I didn’t do any of the things they accuse me of.
The laundry list of shame.
Oh, how have I changed?
I am no traitor.

You believe me don’t you?
Right judge?
You know I never did anything wrong.

Well, there is probably something defeating in my eye.
An iris of deceit.
A stare full of lies
But the lies are not mine.
What to do?!
There’s a gloom outside
But not the kind I like.
And I’m standing right under as the clouds softly exhale the mist.
I am lightly showered with betrayal.
I better go inside and put on a jacket.