The Ghost Without a Face

The demons of the past
Are something we cannot outlast
We were not made for this attrition
No matter the hope or intention
The ghost without a face or name
Always finds a way to remain
Falling forward while falling back
To embrace is to defend from attack
The currents whisper the solutions
The surface reflects the present's intrusions
Yet it rushes towards the future forever
A cascade flowing in unconscious endeavor
The undertow of the past is what takes us down
Where we are pulled in an abyss left to drown
Yet still in sight the surface illuminates
Between surface and abyss, only one dominates