Past Trauma

Gazing at my past, amazing how victory has come so vast chasing dreams fast, enemies have crowded my life like a movie cast misery drafted its wrath, my black history has paved a path A road filled with deep potholes find myself crucified by my own at the crossroads A torment I fail to forget, Like a gamblers last bet I walk amongst the blind, I talk to those who fail to find burden's in my circumference, My whole life is turned to nonsense An unwelcomed conscience, signs of haste occupy me. I am gazing at my past, WHERE WILL YOU FIND ME???