For those who’ve seen the horror,
There is no erasing the mind.
If I could,
I would gaze into the eyes of God
And forget.
But I cannot.
That gift,
That peace,
Is not for me.
Each day is the same empty day.
Each evening is the same lonely vigil
Standing here in the ruins of my former self.
I don’t know exactly when it happened.
I don’t recall one particular moment it happened.
But, year after year,
While waiting for the darkness to overcome me
As it did so many of my comrads,
I slowly realized
That I had become that darkness.
I am that darkness.
The past does not change,
The present is illusive,
The future is the fate awaiting those
Who linger in the shadows of memory
Immutable.
