tHe hUntiNG

How to say that?

It seems a scar that never dies out.

It has followed my footprints and spread to everywhere at anytime.

The feebler my spirit is, the tougher it grows.

I work functionally as a living machine does,

however, I shed tears fierily and alone as any tragedian does.

Why does it hunt me so frantically?

When can I break loose and free myself?