I wrote this for one of my stories and there's a good chance I will put it in one of the chapters for said story

  Published: November 28 2018  

When I was young,
I dreamed of life.
Now I'm old,
and nightmare strife.

scars that's all I have;
a reminder of whence I came.
A horror filled past.
A new candle set aflame.

People stare,
a hooded face,
hides a past
I cannot erase.

A hooded past,
I step away,
a home to find
so come what may.

Let the rain wash away,
the pain caused by yesterday.
The pitter patter of an essence,
an essence, I beg shall stay.