The Choice

Sad and angry people
As far as the eye can see
Hurt by someone, somewhere else
But taking it out on you and me
Long ago, yet still right now
They just can’t let it go
It replays on an endless loop
Turning would-be friends now into foes
At first, no rhyme or reason 
Can be found for their about-face
Then slowly, clearly a picture forms
As their ambitions engulf the space
Perhaps it’s not what they intended 
Perhaps they, too know the cycle well
Is there a way to help them
To release them from their Hell?
I hope that soon it happens 
But it’s not our task to undertake
I wish them well, I truly do
It’s a choice they alone must make