Prisoner Of Peace
by David Tallerman
Today is a day of darkness.
For all that, I can see every brick in the wall, and every crack in every brick. I think somehow that if I only looked hard enough I could even see into those cracks, and scrutinize their furthest depths.
I know today what’s behind me, lying on my sleeping mat. I wish I didn’t, but I do.
I tried to scream at first, but no sound came out.
Now, I sit and wait. Forgetfulness will come.
It has to.