Running From The Demons

I was doing what I usually do.
Living my life the way I wanted to.
Some say I was wild, out of control.
Others said I was just feeling low.

I say neither of them are right.
I want all I can get out of life.
You only live once. Do it right.
Live to the limit with all your might.

I am running, running from the demons.
Sometimes I end up just screaming.
I just go on without any feeling.
I am running, running from the demons.

I don’t know what brought me here.
I arrived with little to fear.
Why go on when there is nothing for you?
It is something I just have to do.

I’ve been doing this all my life.
I feel the pain, like from a knife.
It often reaches deep in my heart.
Trying its best to rip me apart.

I am running, running from the demons.
Sometimes I end up just screaming.
I just go on without any feeling.
I am running, running from the demons.

Mostly, I am numb to the pain.
If not,—– I will go insane.
Another gamble, another dare.
To most, it would be a scare.

I have tried to figure out why.
If I keep on, then I will die.
There has to be a better way.
I hope I will find it someday.

I am running, running from the demons.
Sometimes, I end up just screaming.
I just go on, without any feeling.
I am running, running from the demons.

——————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)