It started as something,
I was sure that I could come back from,
But I didn't realize,
How deep I'd gotten,
We needed the money,
And I was the only one with the means,
To make it,
So I found the a way,
It was dark,
Underhanded,
Even illegal,
But it worked,
It kept a roof over our heads,
And that was all we could ask,
Right,
It took some doing,
But eventually after months,
I found my way out of that hole,
But the group to which I belonged,
Didn't want to let me go,
They were afraid,
That I knew too much,
Despite my continual tries,
They didn't want to let me go,
Now,
I couldn't run,
These people knew everything about me,
And my family,
If you're thinking mob,
Think darker,
And you'd almost be close enough to Satan to understand,
I tried for weeks,
To get a meeting with the man,
Who ran the entire organization,
And finally,
He broke down and gave me what I wanted,
We sat across from each other,
Tension filled the room,
"So you'd like to leave?"
I nodded,
"And how do we know that you won't sell us out?"
"Because I owe you guys, that much is sure,
But I don't want to be trapped in this life,
Anymore."
"Insurance my dear boy, it's all we require."
I was confused.
"You'll learn soon enough."
He stood up and turned to leave.
"Is that it?"
"That is it my boy."
With that he disappeared into the night,
I took a deep breath,
I felt as if a weight had been lifted off my chest,
I stood,
And walked out of the warehouse,
I climbed into my car,
And drove home,
As I pulled into the driveway,
YOU ARE READING
Welcome Home
PoetryEveryone needed him, and he was there. But all he wanted was a way out, all he wanted was a life without fear. What he got were haunting nightmares, and a homecoming, that he never dreamed possible.