Running

Just another one of those poems that was spur of the moment.

In my darkness
I dwell with secrets of the past
Haunting my memories
Tried to run
But only fell to the floor...

I'm lost on the inside
On the out I seem fine
My retrogressions are mine
No one else's to commend

I don't know where to go
Don't know where to hide
I'm so sick of running
But my past is filled with too many predicaments

No one can help
I'm forced to face them alone
No one can know
Or else my end would come

How do you learn
To take hold of
What takes hold of you
How do you cry
When the tears don't help

What do I do
And where to do I turn
I'm running from my past
And I'm swept in doom