Hiding

Hiding

Have I denied myself

Enough

Giving into distraction

The nagging itch of me

Knocking my insides

While I sit and stare

Slack off into the nether

A slow eddy without intent

It is fear

Nothing less

A coward to say I won’t

Chase the obtainable

Grasp that which is mine

Drink the wine before me

And a coward I am

Hiding from my life

Burdened and burnt

All I need I have a well of black

To tell of soar and sorrow

Death of hope

Birth of I can’t

But all onward good fellows

My spirit is strong

While I hide among the shadows