So how’s it going really?

Has it hit you let you
run to the point where you
stop hunched over all out
of breath

And you suddenly feel
so empty that you don’t
even know what you
were running from?

Have the days run on
with you? Are they still
back there grabbing
at your heels like
memories you can’t shake?

Have you let yourself go
there?

To that place that
desperately burns its
way through the flimsy
melancholy
that you’ve been enduring?