Poems: A Tour Through My Mind

Morphine

All I can think about is the energy pumping in my veins,
Telling me to run, run off the pain.
My heart is pounding in my ears,
Telling me I can outrun my fears.
But they catch up,
They always do,
And when they got me,
They left me black and blue.
I'm frozen,
My brain is swirling with emotion,
I can still feel the sting,
Good thing they're pumping me with morphine.
Sitting around, feeling that weight,
Like I'm always running late.
Needing to move, but not knowing where to go,
Always feel like I'm going too slow.
What's important, what needs to be done?
How much of nothing is aloud to be fun?
I run, run off the pain,
Pumping morphine in my veins,
Feeling nothing, going insane.