Sitting in the quiet darkness
Over a wooden chair
My mind wanders

Drifting and travelling
Toward those forbidden memories

To those things
That I thought I had forgotten

But relentlessly they visit
Sneaking up on me
In the nighttime silence

Heavy and unforgiving weights
That force me to lament
My past mistakes

A series of
Concluding tragedies
That I can only repent

Quietly,
It constricts me
With a painful recollection

Silently,
It taunts my inability
To change past events

Soundlessly,
It forces me to my knees,
As if asking me to plead

Sneakily,
It offers to me
A promise to grant wonders.

But tonight,
In the lonely darkness,
I am no fool.

Nothing has the power,
To end the suffering,
That I force onto myself.

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This story was inspired by a combination of a writing prompt from the “Storyteller’s Vault” Publication:

Silence
hush | lament

and a writing prompt from the “Promptly Written” Publication

My mind wandered…