I woke early as the buds of fear opened their window,
to my own noiseless thoughts growing to a crescendo,
I pulled the silken sheets away from my naked flesh,
and searched haphazardly for some key items of dress,
after finding my quarry, I moved swiftly toward the door,
wrenched the handle to me, and went on with idea to explore,
an I walked down the lonely hallway, afraid of what I'd find,
while at the same time, fighting memories of a heinous kind,
I found my way to a staircase, and walked slowly to its base,
and scanned the dark lobby and my eyes found and embraced,
another lost soul, or maybe he was the keeper of this purgatory,
I asked calmly where I was, and he proceeded to forge a story,
of how I came to be here, and his words I certainly did heed,
he spoke of my path being mis-steered, I was guided by greed ,
He told me of my youth, how I was cheerful and full of mirth,
even though I was abused two years after my unwelcome birth,
But the days of my adolescence is not where he would likely stop,
He spoke of my adult life, and about how chaos was all I brought,
He told me of the blood I shed, just to ease and comfort my soul,
and all of these actions of course led, to me now paying this toll,
He told me of a time in my mid-teens where I was displayed a choice,
which inside I knew would lead to either pain or let the angels rejoice,
He said if I had taken a few moments to think, I would have learned,
that my decision was tragedy, and I would have taken the right turn,
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