Looking back

I often reflect on the past, unable to escape its grasp. Despite my efforts to move forward, something always pulls me back, haunting me at night. During the day, clarity sets in as I navigate the challenges, for the real turmoil begins when darkness falls. Those days will forever remain shrouded in shadows. I strive to confront them head-on, illuminating each step I take. The voice calling my name echoes from behind, concealed by deceit, akin to a stalker lurking at night.