Four Times Nelyo by Robinka

Truly Dispossessed

Originally written in June 2008 for my friend Vlad.

I owe and own nothing, even my life, of which I was in charge for as long as I care to remember. Twilight wreathes me as I look around and try to learn to breathe fresh air again.

They claim I discarded what was not mine. How can they be right? This inheritance of blood that belonged solely to me, only I could give away freely, without remorse, to atone for the hard truth. They yell at me that I provoked anarchy heedless of their protests.

I am dispossessed, and now I wonder whether I will still possess their hearts.