The quiet of the evening was settling.
In the distance I could hear a radio playing an old song.
It was the time of day when parents were readying children to bed.
My thoughts seemed to suffocate me.
Everything seemed so right, but for me so wrong.
All those thoughts in my head.
Running around free.
Nothing to stop them from turning into shadows in the night.
Haunting me relentless in their plight.
I just wish there was a knob.
Where just maybe.
I could turn it off or change the channel.
I feel as if the peace I felt had been robbed.
And the past once again came to live with me.