who am i?

it a question ive often asked myself,
as i wander down the narrow streets,
in sickness and decaying health,
trying to avoid his gaze..


alone i walk through falling light,
in crowded streets i hide,
dreading a glimpse or sight of him,
walking there by my side..


he follows me relentlessly day or night,
my tormenter my demon my bane,
i cannot be rid of him try as i might,
always reminding me of my shame..


he whispers softly in my ear,
showing all my sins to me,
saying words i dont want to hear,
why wont he leave me be?..


i think i had a family,
maybe long ago,
till he came to torment me,
my soul to me to show...


when will i be free of him,
why does he haunt me this way,
will he be there as the world grows dim,
i can but hope and pray...