So tired, my friend
It seems I cannot run any longer.
I've fallen prey to the wolves
so hungry at my back.
My fears have left me,
taken shape,
and my flight from them has led me
to you.
You are the one thing
that stands firm in the approaching dark;
you draw me in
when I have nowhere left to go.
Reluctant savior,
I've christened you.
And though I'm falling
though I'm losing grip
I know that should I plead it of you
you will
save me.