An Unwanted Flashback II
He hides each day in the shade of cast-iron pillars,
and the shadow of what might have been.
He spends his endless seconds on reading;
deciphering the dreams of others-
because he has sacrificed his own.
He writes about the events of his life,
what happens each day;
he envies- and pities-
the hope still burning in those around him.
He asks himself, “Why?”
as he sees the young- and old- come and go.
Slipping out and through the gate,
away from him and into the freedom.
He remembers, in these moments, why he cannot.
Why he must not escape. Why he does do not deserve to.
He feels the cold, metallic handle; he hears the petrified scream.
And the explosion. He sees the blood, feels it washing over him.
Then, he hears “Lights out!” and can see nothing...
until he closes his eyes.