You slowly come to understand
how feelings grip, jaw drops,
frozen in time, progress locked, slips, then stops
each time your mind faces eyes
that flood into your soul,
perceived sins pinned against the wall.
Unable to atone for lives of others,
absorbing pasts we cannot see,
trapped in time already gone,
nerve ends diverted,
tracking no ones truth
through years we never knew,
perverted as we grew.
Continue, strive, struggle forward, renew.
Cursed in our living, blessed to be born,
yet brooding fearful we can never elude them,
while remaining torn.