ENEMY Past
There it is again,
stalking me from the shadows
never letting me be
or allowing me to go where it is I know I should be
I try to out run it, for a while I do yet around the next corner, there it is waiting rabid and growling
I wish to go forward, but it blocks my path, as it always has making me follow another disdainful path
In anger I conspire to kill it to burn it unitl nothing remains >not even a wisp of ash
Then I think, "What if I should ignore it?" I step forward uncertain a trembling in my heart and a stream of sweat pouring from my brow
I ask my self, "Where is it that a man goes, when he leave his past behind him?" The answer urges me unerringly onward.