Demons

I though

Maybe if I run away.

Maybe if I sprint fast and far enough

They won’t catch me.

I thought

Maybe if I hide.

Maybe if I feel the haze of the drugs enough

They will dance with me.

But eventually

I started getting tired of running away,

They caught up with me.

The drugs started wearing off,

They stopped dancing with me.

So now

I’ll stop running.

I’ll stop hiding.

I’ll sit here and play with my demons.