Against the Wall of This Prison
by Jason Wallace Poetry
With my back against the wall, I bleed.The last of all I could ever needHas gone away.Empty of all illusion,As to what to say,I fill the void.All I ask is not to fall, but I seeThat the past has come to call and feed.I pray,Upon shattered knees; I’d rather beAnything but this emptyingSelf-delusion that I’m includedIn what’s become better than living bitterly.From the files of the High Council as recorded by Recorder otherwise known as Tamyara Palina. This file is a recorded by Recorder's file of the High Council's servants in service of the group on planet Earth otherwise know as Terrania. Recorder is ordered to type what she hears and sees around her including via talk of the group as ordered something the High Council emphasized to her. File details Triton, Mindbender and medical doctor Rana's service of the High Council.