🕯️Court Of My Silence 🕯️ Poem by WIN VENTURA

All rise— the heart you broke is now the judge.
This isn't revenge. It's divine grudge.
Case file reads: One coward, full of flair,
But absent love, just ego and air.

You stand accused—of sweet deceit,
Of touching souls, then quick retreat.
Your words, rehearsed—your truths, a blur,
Your loyalty? A vanishing slur.

Exhibit A: My sleepless nights.
Exhibit B: My thousand fights.
But look at me now—calm, composed,
While your weak empire decomposed.

Defense rests? Oh, darling, no.
This isn't mercy—it's letting go.
Your sentence is silence, cold and grim,
While I rise like hymns no longer dim.

I gave you fire, you brought the flood.
Now I bloom from ashes, not your blood.
So whisper my name like a ghost in chains,
But I've moved past your petty games.

This court is adjourned. No need for appeals.
The heart you cracked? Has turned to steel.
You were the lesson, not the love,
Dismissed by fate and stars above.

By: - WIN VENTURA