A Prime Time

A awake in the glory of my actions taken for my own security.  None of those mentioned have come to visit me, and I am left to my quiet decrepitude.  I walk outside and go about walking among the other people at exactly 4:01 in the afternoon I observe a boy return from a bus, and walk with a quiet ease back toward the orphanage.  He looks like me and my youth: dejected yet strong.  I walk back to the abandoned building that is my home, and I sleep for a few hours when I walk night is beginning to fall, and I step back outside there I see a few of my old friends who are coming toward me with apologies on the their faces.  They all walk up to me and speak the holy words that can still the wildest hearts in their hardest furies.  After what I have done they say that they will let me alone, and I accept their words.  Peace is all I have ever asked for, but war is what I have always sought.  Perhaps now I can seek my peace.