If I Run, Should I Fall? Poem by Daegal

If I run, should I fall?
How have I survived at all?
Things seem so diff’rent, so small
With interest’s gnawing call.

If I run, what might I break?
How would I satisfy that ache?
When I strive to fix a shake
And mend the bad things I helped make.

If I run, could I walk still?
Or would my breath be always shrill?
I’ve seen some things which made me chill,
And things as well, which made a thrill.

If I run, should I fall?
How have I survived at all?
Things seem so diff’rent, so small.
Instead of walk, I think I’ll crawl.

End.