The Keeper's Flame

Where does the time go, when trapped in the depths of your own mind?

“Keep him down!” the women in a suit shouted to another male, who’s nose was bleeding

I only did what I had to…why?...why do they keep doing this to me?!

The crash of breaking bottles echoed throughout the room, the madness of shouting people ringing wildly through the halls, until the beast was strapped down into his soft prison. “I had to do it!” a loud yell rang through the silent halls

I hate being like this…I didn’t ask for this…I didn’t ask to be a monster!

“It can’t be helped…he can’t be trusted” the women said breathing heavily her hands on her hips, while the man dressed in white nodded in agreement holding a tissue to his gushing nose. “We didn’t want to do this…you have to understand that” the women said gently with softness and love in her voice, despite everything

Your lying…just like they were…you see me the same way as everyone else

“You can get better” the women said sitting down on the floor with a pleading look on her middle aged face “This doesn’t have to be your life”

Of course it does…none of you believe me…nine years of pleading and begging and you never believed me…you never will.

The women put one of her hands on her face, her voice somewhat raspy “This doesn’t have to be you, Goliath…you can change” she sobbed “you can change.” The man who was with her, grabbed her by her arm, needing the help of another to get her up as she sobbed hysterically, taking her out of the room, before closing and locking the door behind them.

I never asked to be this way, to be a monster…but where does the time go, when trapped in the depths of your mind?…your own personal hell that you can’t easily escape