So Many Ways to Flee

So many ways to flee,
to hide from feelings
that chase you like goblins in the night,

ravenous, unrelenting, creatures
created by others, yet nourished
so effectively by your own hand,

larger than life,
make believe teeth gnashing
at your feet, so real and ravenous

you forget that stairs sometimes
run, not down to the ground,
but also reach upward to an limitless sky

About this poem. 

We create our own demons, or at least feed them to health. Why? I don’t know. I only know it is so.

The picture was taken in New York City.

Tom