In the vast darkness stretching miles around,
the man paces without a sound,
his eyes dart here and there,
for he sees things everywhere,
he can feel the hate, and can feel the fear,
but in this void there is nothing near.
Here he always runs, and never ceases,
never recovering, the broken pieces,
of his banished future, forsaken life.
He can’t escape the plague of constant strife.
Chased by demons, demons of the past,
who upon the day of forgiveness last,
gave up long ago.
The seek no revenge, no hate to stow,
for the backwards headed man, cannot see ahead,
his head is backwards and his future is dead,
ruined by the weights and grudges carried, from a century ago.