All Again Alone

Ashes from a past of fire —
some through my eyes, some upon old wounds.
Unknown fragments of who I was,
perhaps reborn somewhere,
have begun to dominate my present.
I justify myself — but am I really immune?

Ciphers and deep secrets speak,
and I am lost somewhere within them.
It was never friendly to me —
all this taking and throwing away,
crossing the river, left undone at last,
trying every effort to subdue my deeds,
to dub over that lost ray of what came before.
But I have shaken it off — all of it — again, alone.