Plato’s Cave
Prose by Ada J. Raven
I don’t know who to trust anymore.
People who once knew everything now seem blind and dumb to me.
They’re still watching shadows dancing on the walls.
I don’t know everything; I’m only half educated.
But my shackles were broken and I glanced outside…
Now I can’t unsee it.
I can’t unsee the injustice, the hypocrisy, the horror…
All plain as day in the unfiltered sunlight.
I can’t go back in, but I’m out here alone.
Their voices beckon me back to the safety of the darkness.
I’ll never be able to return, and I feel the bitterness mounting.
It’s more than unfair. It’s criminal. It should all be condemned, they should all be punished…
Why do the good die unavenged and the cruel get lauded through the centuries?
Why do those who can’t cover their faces lecture the rest of us on what it means to be “tough”?
It’s not fair. It’s not right. It’s disgusting…
I can’t go back. I’m too far gone.
