To you –
My dearest enemy
Even after all these years
I still remember
How could I forget?
When your rejection of my parole
Sentenced me with indifference
To remain imprisoned by the past
Yes
I know this letter
Is as pointless
As these memories that burn
You don’t care what I think or how I feel
You didn’t then, so why would you now?
No, it’s too late, I know
The days of working for a living wage
The nights of sleeping with a loving wife
The hopes of escaping from this locked room
All of them are gone
All that’s left
Are these yesterdays
The only way out –
To give in to their flames
That consume this empty shell
And intern the ashes of its anger
Inside the casket of these words
This final testament
To my will’s conscious impotence
That I address and leave to you –
My dearest enemy
The one friend that I have left
– J.H. Martin