I See a Man

by JesusHC

And he felt the eyes of the nation gaze upon him, full of their judgment and hatred. He could have wished this upon none other than himself. It was the type of hatred that could only be earned, and a man such as him surely felt as if he did earn it, for this man had just brought death upon billions of people. But he was simply following orders. - Short poem-like story.

I often see a man in my dreams. I see a man overlooking a lab full of tubes and chemistry. A man who has discovered something horrible, and breathtaking all at once. A man who pulls his hair with heavy fists that carry the weight of regret. A man who has to run for what he has done.

I see a man overlooking a lab full of his work. A man who has put years into experimenting and documenting such material things. A man who follows orders, but always questions them. A man who's heart has been flooded with the influence of rebellion, but a man who believed he was too sophisticated to act upon it. A man who will waste what little he has left, to prove one last point.

I see a man overlooking a lab full of regret. A man who was too busy researching to go on dates. A man who has no family, no friends, and no personal life. A man who has devoted too many hours to silly nonsensical projects, but a man who will continue to do so. A man who has fully realized that he is no longer on the good side.

But above all, I see a man overlooking the rotting corpse of his life. I see a man who is dead inside. A man who is completely and utterly numb. A man who feels nothing. A man who is well-acquainted with Death, because he has now become him. I see a man who had just invented the nuclear bomb.