The Pain I've Wrought

by Ravena Wolfborn

This is a poem where Winter is reflecting on all of the shady and horrible things she's been forced to do as a specialist in the Atlas Military. All of this is speculation, so don't get your knickers in a twist. But, it's dark, just so you know.

The Pain I've Wrought

I feel the world

bearing down on my shoulders

as I reflect on my soul.

The stains are profound

and my life is dark,

so it shouldn't matter anymore.

But I know that it does

for the world sees it all,

all the pain that I've wrought.

Under orders to destroy,

I might have been coerced,

but I still feel the guilt.

The innocents lost,

the guilty I've professed,

weighs me down now.

And, at night, as I sleep,

the nightmares fill my dreams

because of the pain I've wrought.

I did not believe

that all of my dreams

could be dashed like this.

In so little time,

I've become a monster

of his making.

I'm at his beck and call,

destroying it all,

for I am no longer in control.

He guides me, you see,

so this isn't me,

and I feel myself fall deeper.

My life is a lie,

and though I know why,

there is never any escape.

I'm in this for life,

for I can not get rid

of all the pain I've wrought.