Journey within

running away from things in your past always catch up with you deep down

Shame and guilt and wounded pride
fall like rain from my eyes.
I place my dignity on the shelf
and shedding pain stare into myself.

Within the chasm the wounds run deep
and inflicted scars begin to weep.
With twisted arrows of hate and lies,
an age-old fear begins to rise.

A moribund cry resounds in the dark,
The final count of a fatal mark.
Eyes bleed out forgotten pasts
and broken shadows my reflection casts.