The blackness of my despair

It is a monolith of 58,000 silent voices

They beckon me to join them.

I want to shout, and I want to run

I want to smash it into pieces

I do none of these things

I’m a petrified version of myself

Frozen at this moment, thinking

Am I living, or am I dead?

Am I dying and slowly dissolving into eternity?

I think they will not cry for us

The dead will not be honored

Like the others, we shall fade in memory

I must tell them; yes, tell them

I am a prisoner of myself

Jerry Glazer — Vietnam Uncensored

Read the first chapter at vietnamjerry.com