One man's story

You can keep running away. You can escape the long arm of the law, and you can escape the truth.

But your shadow will follow you. Will you be able to face the man in the mirror?
Will you be able to answer yourself?

Those nights by abhas1

He regrets it,
why he ever did it.
He made his decisions;
his choices, his visions.
He decided to be out,
smoked up till a scout,
tobacco in the morning
and crack at night,
he shocked to find
that he's still alright.

Liquor when he's depressed
and alcohol to cheers,
He remembers he ran,
away from home in hope,
to find them following a fan,
but he ended up with dope.
He's lost and he can't cope;
Unable to brave death,
and too scared to live,
all that he has
is nothing he can give.

He looks back into it,
when it burned in a fit.
He goes back to see,
covered himself with lies,
that'll protect him from glee.
He steps foot into his house:
It's an empty floor,
an open door;
His house is nothing
but broken walls in the shadow of hope.
Unable to cope,
he seeks truth
in a puddle of lies.
He runs away by foot,
as he smokes another boot.

He coughs after every breath.
He knows not that
by running away,
he tries to escape the mat,
he goes around in circles,
in a field he lost his bat.
Is this the life that he wanted
Smoke, crack, drugs and booze?
What awaits him down the path,
he will then have to choose...