A Man Stuck In a Circled Web

A sticky web the man cant escape. Every food he severed,later the same kind of food,he seem to have eaten. By his past he was beaten. Every head he bumped,later bumped him back. His motions forward his past struck him back. Stuck in a web. Living the present but walking the past. His wrongs were vast. Many hearts he clashed,bashed and lashed. Leaving behind chunks of glass. Chunks of glass, that his feet did me,after years circled past. A scare on his feet,for a scare left behind. A scare, he forgot he left behind. From behind him, many past arrows struck forward. Even with his back to a tall brick wall,That didn't seem to help after all. Many arrows came from the back of him,to strike front. All a circle it seemed to be. Forgiveness was his only plea