PAST TRAUMA

Written by: Eric Zivanai

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???