Monster

How does one let go of that which was not their choice,

To be free of old ghosts, and finally find peace,

Their road traveled without their voice,

Chosen by circumstance, birthing anger that does not cease.

To find the escape or respite from such pain,

Find freedom from their curse,

Before they've done it, and gone insane,

Before they've gone and made things worse.

A life that's truly not their own,

Not given, but taken by deceit,

Cursed to fear of not and of being alone,

Their escape always ends in defeat.

Battle after battle with never an end,

Because some things are so heinous, they may not forget,

Travels faster and faster, around the sharp bend,

Screams in the night, bellows of regret.

Some roads lead to places not meant for a good soul,

Into darkness and fear, a place forsaken,

One might not suspect they didn't come out of that place whole,

For those that don't recognize the change, they were mistaken.

Choices made not from want, but from need,

A monster born from the dying of a soul once inside,

Run, hide, and flee from things that make one bleed,

From that monster, we should all run and hide.

Remember, it was not the monster's chosen road,

Such a lonely road, without the gifts baring fruits of faith,

For he would not choose a story worthy of such forbode,

No good ever comes from releasing a wraith.