They Are...

I run away so swiftly that I don't notice,

The simple plan for them to own us.

It's sorely tempting to ignore the summons.

To stay away and live to see a new day.

But i run with my eyes closed tight.

Right into their cold dead embraces.

For the are the demons that haunt my life.

They shadow my every movement.

And caress my benumbed heart.

They bring me no hope, no love, or joy.

They bring only sorrow, tears, and distress.

How might I break free of their hold?

It seems they are tireless, relentless.

They won't let me go, yet I must escape them.

For one cannot live with them.

For they are beyond deadly.

The radiate despair, and hopelessness.

They give you nothing, but they take everything.

They are the ones, who will break many.

But the strong might overcome them.

If they can merely find the light.

Those strong in mind, those strong in spirit.

Only they might survive their plot.

Who are they? I think you know.

They are anger, they are depression.

They are fear, they are anxiety.

They are the very thing you must fight everyday.