The Past dictates my future;
It controls me.
It devours my dreams,
Takes my mother,
Takes my brother,
And leaves me alone.
It eats me alive.
I try to run, but it's always at the destination I have picked.
Towering above me
With a cruel, morbid grin.
The ones who care try to drag me back,
Screaming my name,
But The Past has dug me in a hole, deeper than a canyon.
I hear the cries of my loved ones,
Begging me to follow.
The past has not consumed me,
But I worry if I do not dig myself out,
Will everyone have already turned away?