No matter where I go, the shadow follows suit.
It hovers over me like a menacing dark cloud.
I try endlessly to start anew,
But to my past I am forever bound.
The shrill cries of my former self echo throughout my brain,
Begging desperately for guidance.
But I cannot revisit my inconsolable pain,
So, I remain broken, in silence.
I thrust my body into the wall of regret,
Furiously pursuing its demolition.
But the stone etchings have long been set -
I am a man on a hopeless mission.
The cries are growing deafening -
Tabula rasa, I beg of you!
I don't want to be nothing -
Let me start anew!