My Mind

The Silenced

"A man is defined by those around him"

I must be a silenced bringer of death. I remember always hearing the sirens of a ambulance racing past. Then I decided to be a part of the people who ride in the ambulance. Nearly every day some one who is critically hurt, dying, or already dead is being wheeled on. Silent, eyes open staring at nothingness, closed dreaming a never ending dream. People call us heroes for what we do, I guess the childhood hero facade is a fake one. I was a hero covered in blood and around the dead and dying. Listening to their last goodbye and hearing their wishes.