precipitation
down my face
too much to deal with
so I seek other options
trying to make the hurt
disappear
my blood stream
now taken over
by alcohol
which only makes me
overlook
for a short amount of time
I just want to run away
leave this place
this mess behind
but I'm tired of running
because there is always another
series of problems
waiting for the first domino
to fall
my mind, my feelings, my body
once full of strength and forgiving
now weak as a baby
attempting to stray from its mother
run away from its maker
I am only what people make of me
by their words, their actions
I may start to fray
but I will never break
nothing to run from anymore
it's time to face my demons
my problems, my fears
my weak legs reaching up
to kick myself in the ass
my weakness-telling me
that I am truly
tired of running

© VEM