Scintilla

Echoing Silence

Like a moth to a flame

My silence leads to a blame.

Now it echos through my ears

And it has become the one thing I fear.

I remember the days outside this darkened cage

Where the sun shines soothingly upon the sage.

When I hated the people, the noise, the chatter.

If I could wish for anything, it would be to hear it again, not that it would matter.

Faces have faded, names have fled

All I can hear are the thoughts in my head.

Would have, should have, things I could have done

Instead, it looks like the darkness has won.

Evangeline, my love, my partner in crime; I have taken your fall

But at my state of mind I wish I had told the truth, I wish I had stood tall.

{In which a prisoner of solidarity confinement begins to lose his mind, but has not lost his regrets.}