Two Truths and a Lie

crackling of singeing spirits
blazes lighting little here
the howls for pain to be released
discharging nothing but a plea
regret and animosity
bereavement and acrimony
what more will these souls ever see
bound here by their self-loathing

I cannot write of where I am, for I know not… This is a place I have not been, but like a lot.
I hope I do not run away, or get too lost… For trying to come back again, may raise the cost.
I’ve given much but not as much as I would take… out of my future to regain my old mistakes.
What is this place, where am I now, where can I go... I’d like to see where this road leads, so I’ll follow.