Poetry

Scotch on the Rocks

I would cower if I could stop,
But my pursuer haunts my steps.
I would die if I could choose
And escape this existence.
This never ending struggle,
This never ending chase,
I'd end it all, I'd give up life
If I didn't have to face
My fear.

It's clutching me inside; what did that wise man say?
That all I feared was fear itself?
Well it has come to stay.
I can't let go, I can't escape-
Afraid to even just cry out-
And so I run, for evermore
In this life without a doubt.
Don't doubt what comes, don't doubt what's gone,
I've seen it all before.
I'll run until I can't go on,
And then I'll run some more.
This is my choice, this is my fate,
This is my poison picked.
I'll burn it all to run away,
And drown to just forget.