kombelpeter

Plaintive - Peter van Belkom I looked at the table in front of me. The pain was sickening me. I felt like a trapped animal. Less than an animal. An animal doesn’t deserve this. They captured and tortured me, but they couldn’t take my dignity. But am I any better than my tormentors? I crossed the unclear division between good and evil a long time ago. I am so estranged from the community that I doubt whether I can tell the moral difference between a brutal murder and a nice deed out of charity. Maybe they took my self-awareness away, but they couldn’t touch my dignity. Or could they? It seems so long ago that I was a free man.