On The Run Poem by Ray Hansell

Living in my own prison
Here in my mind
Serving my own sentence
Doing some hard time

My guilt is unquestioned
No one else is to blame
I don't think I ever will
Be the same again

At times I am confused
I just don't understand
How could I have done what I did
If I'm supposed to be a man

Sometimes I get confused
Between the good and the evil
Most times I choose the latter
Then my life is in an upheavel

I know I can't undo
All the bad that I've done
But I know today
That tomorrow will still come

My life right now is worthless
I'm tired of being on the run
I must keep myself hidden
From every lawman's gun

I know if they find me
I don't stand a chance
They'll fill me with bullets
Regardless of the circumstance


1-23-18/RjH