Retreat

My troubles are not the kind 

you can outrun with your feet

They're attached to me like a weight

Pungent as a fragrance, altogether unpleasant 

Not that it stops me from trying. 

I run without rhyme or reason 

No destination in mind 

Then, when I'm all out of road 

And there's nowhere to hide

I sink into myself like a stone

I retreat, to the only safety I know 

Somewhere deep and long forgotten 

where no one can hear me scream

And should you peer 

in the windows to my soul

Or trouble comes knocking 

It would appear, that no one is home.