Retreat

By Decorian Morgan

The boy makes his way to his room

He solemnly wraps himself in blankets

Looking for the warmth that was lost that day

Tears slowly streak down his face

Each one hurting worse than the last

He reflects on what he did

Or rather, what he failed to do

He shivers, trying to convince himself

Convince himself it’s only because the room is cold

But in the essence of his being he knows the truth

He hears his name being called, but the sound is far away.

Muffled by his thoughts, his guilt, his shame, his uselessness

By Decorian Morgan