Running

He was running from the monsters in his head

But his shoes were falling apart

And his arms were flailing about as if he was swimming, not running

Every stride was a gamble

Soon, he knew, he’d stumble

And the monsters would catch him

They’d eat his brain

Until he went insane

And the pain

The pain!

. . .

He had to run away 

As fast as he could

As far as he could 

He had to get away

Cerberus was closing the distance

The song sung by the Sirens grew louder 

The Hydra lunged

He barely dodged one head

But the other head knocked him down

He picked himself up

And kept running 

Ultron laughed 

Lilith lay naked on a constantly reappearing bed to his right

Garry, The Cyclops, jumped down, his club in one hand, the head of Medusa in the other

He closed his eyes

And he ran 

As fast as he could

As far as he could 

Away from the monsters in his head

Help! 

He felt a strange weight in his pocket

With his eyes still closed, he reached in his pocket 

Pulling out

A 

Pen!

. . .

He turned and threw it at the Cyclops

It bounced off of his head 

And fell to the floor

The monsters in his head laughed at him

He ran

As fast as he could

As far as he could

His shoes were falling off of his feet

Only the laces were left

He ran

Fear driving him

Fear pushing him

The monsters 

The shadows

The truth

The light

He was terrified to face them all

He couldn't stop

He wouldn’t stop

Trembling

And without a plan

He ran

From the monsters 

From the shadows

From the truth

And from the light 

Inside of his head

As he lay in his bed

He runs from everything he is afraid of in his head.

-CH 5/8/25