נפש ערומה

Man pacing.
The grass under his legs sooths his walk
Mud everywhere but he doesn't mind.
Since the fall of that damn wall his memories trapped him.
Ever since it occurs to him once in couple of days that behind every step a dark shadow escorts him, weighs down on em.
He tries to breath but the taste of salt fills the mouth.
He opens his eyes, the light, always the light leads him back to the ground, but no matter how much he swims
He strayed from the road, too often.
It's called out here.
He escapes to run from him self.
'what for?' he wants them to ask
'to redeem myself' he wants to reply with a tear.