Naïve as I was didn’t realize the murk I was getting myself into.

But when I realized and could utter anything but “et tu?”

They pinned me down and locked me up in a prison of hate.

Surrounded by restraints, surrounded by darkness,

I waited. I waited for a miracle to happen.

A miracle that would free my soul, a miracle that would free my conscience –

I waited night after night for a miracle that was to never come.

Angry towards people who held me down, angry towards people who didn’t spring me up-

I forgot the difference between a friend and a foe.

Everything that defined me now was anger and a need to annihilate.

And then they came my way to spring me up.

They lent their hand and I held on.

Not to escape; but to pull them down to the nether part of ‘MY’ murk.

Locked them up, tossed the key and walked away.

As I walked away with my newly discovered arrogance,

I realized vengeance was sweet.

Vengeance was sweet, but I had a feeling that was only half of it.

Wanting to savor the sweet, I looked back and what hell met my eyes?

Nothing but pain in those loyal few eyes, which had looked upon me in this short sorry bit of life.

That was when I realized – Vengeance was ‘sweet’, no doubt

But the pain it caused was hard to ignore.

With the key lost and with these dear little heart beats counted –

The question that formed on my lips was –

“Will I be able to reach them? Reach them in time to break their bonds and save them from the evil that I caused?”