Memoirs of Axe Arrows

A short piece of poetry nothing big.

Thru another kickback tide
I realize I can't escape a past
So much faster than me
I chase for a future without a past
But the winds have chosen where to blow
And on my final fade out run
I'll rip open the scars tattooed on my mind.

I can't speak in a language you'll understand
So I shut down all social skill and speech
Talk out loud in radio fm
It's another cold night with memoirs of an axe arrow to the heart
I can't forget it at all no matter how much I attempt to leave no past
Running got me nowhere.