The words tumbled down around me.
Lexicon, paragraphs; the sentence echoed in my ears.
Throwing the book at me, the accusations upheld.
I didn’t deserve the weight of the law.
Under lock and key were my private thoughts;
My diary used as evidence in a public court.
Pages published in the press condemned me.
Her parents followed the law to the letter.
Behind bars, those golden years are now tainted.
England turned over a new leaf and a new chapter began.
Illegal and consigned to the history books, we ran.
Caught and caged, I inscribe messages on the prison walls.