The Remnants

All I have left are the memories. After all this time, I am still captive by them. Haunting secret it is. Cannot be spoken or thought of, a time sped through and catapulted from with deliberate force. The prison must be destroyed. The walls broken down. It is as if I were a shell the way that I am right now. Holding to hope and building on dreams. The thought often occurs that I am dead. But I still have to wake up and go to work in the morning.