His Walls Read Count : 5

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The facility had planned a large gathering.


A enourmous crowd were seated in chairs, I sat at the far back. 


The authority deemed this a day of celebration, before our week long vacation.


They gave out rewards.


I didn't get one, yet they  it would be more inclusive. 


People cheered and laughed and got riled up. 


I was left in silence, I was left realizing that this was a constant repeat. 


It seemed like I was stuck in a loop. 


Abruptly, black brick walls were erected around me.


I stood up and felt them, pushed against them, screamed at them. 


"Why am I like this?" 


I sat back down in my seat, my head in my hands and my optics closed. 


I heard only one heartbeat.


The walls were gone, as my optics opened. 


I had let the malice of my silence infect me.

Comments

  • Apr 18, 2019

  • Maurice  Beres

    Maurice Beres

    Intriguing 🦋good poem 🦋🦋

    Apr 19, 2019

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