Fugitive (Original Poetry)

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Shiftless moods
breed certain fools
who lose their way
when darkness falls,

wandering souls
who’ve lost their way
and fall from grace
when duty calls.

Away they run
to foreign lands
that call them
so invitingly,
to begin the
cycle once again
until a problem arises,
then they’ll flee,

until their woes
weigh them down
and begin to slow
their tired feet,
their heads buried
in their hands
and tired eyes
filled with deceit.

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All of their lives
they’ve been a fugitive
running from an awful ghost,
this apparition that dwells
inside them, they are
almost sure to boast,

is the source
of all their problems,
all their ills and woes,
but they’re not caused
by this apparition
but by a far greater foe.

This beast that dwells
inside them and their soul,
he’s surely bought,
this fierce and ugly beast
is none other
than negative thoughts.

Eric Vance Walton


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