They are fearful
of the day---its light-
they wait for escape
into the darkness of night-

the truth they will not face
it will stir up the worst of memory
the past has taken hold
of their life---they can't rid of such tyranny

their running away
adds to the plight
they shadows follow them
there's no place to hide

there's no cure
unless this they recognise
the self is their greatest burden
only letting go would set them right