Before the Dawn

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As a child and as a young man, I lived in a place and at a time when I was just a boy and not yet a man. A place where the darkness brought out the evils and the devils that infect the human mind and human heart.

BEFORE THE DAWN

By Al Garcia

As a child and as a young man, I lived in a place and at a time when I was just a boy and not yet a man.  A place where the darkness brought out the evils and the devils that infect the human mind and human heart.  I lived each moment in a state of apprehension, trepidation and outright fear.  It was that feeling of despair and dread of the finality of life that extinguished the essence of the boy I was.It was always that sliver and splinter of time before the dawn that brought back the sanity of the vulgarity that was my existence and my reality – the knowledge that I had made it to another day right before the dawn.

I am no more the innocence of youth, nor do I feel the passions that once consumed and absorbed my heart and soul.  I saw too much, and closed my mind and shielded my heart from feeling the pain and loss of friends and even strangers that shared the emptiness and futility of war with me.  I now wake before the dawn at times and remember those who lost their way before they saw the dawn.  And I toss and turn and stay awake for hours, until the memories fade away, and even then, at times, the evils and the devils of war linger and delay the long-sought slumber that never seems to come.

My mind replays the days I shared with those that fate betrayed.  They remain so young and innocent, so vibrant and so untouched by what was done to them.  Time stands still for those that dream no more, while I see and sense the failings of my body and my spirit slowly waning and receding into the long and lonely days and nights before the dreams become no more.

And as the days grow short and the night grow long, I only pray that my dreams will end like those I left behind in war – before the dawn.


Submitted: May 23, 2021

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