To Run Again And Again

To Run Again And Again

                                   There must be a demon

               That pushes me to run

That cuts at my soul

That erodes my self-control

                                   Maybe dark eons ago

                   To consume my fragile soul

                                         I dug a hell deep hole

              And threw in my ego

To start over again

But a demon climbed in

He buried us with temptation

Mixed with spiritual starvation

                                       He called the marinade

                   The demons slave

Then threw me into the wind

To run again and again

                                          Without love or a friend

          With no chance to win

Ready to sin

Gate of Inward-
Poetry Without Rules
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy