Meet me where I am

In the middle of nowhere

I am the child of doubt

Of insecurity

Of endless innuendo

Patch my relationships

On the elbow

Of my sleeve

I'll smoke a pipe

If that's all

I've conceived

Life in a ditch

Try to make it

Something else

Worm of the witch

Twisting somehow

Into another form

Confronting the one

In another storm

In what shape

Shall I conform

And what tale

Will I tell

To those who

Pass beyond me

And question

What comes

Between us

Whether fight

Or flight

In the middle of

The night...

I run...

Because I have to.

[Edited 5/18/14 0:02am]