Is it better on fearful feet
To run from my ghastly ghouls
Who maliciously haunt my innocuous mind?
Or to turn and try a fight
In which I will most certainly succumb
To my ever living enemies?

Enemies of the mind,
Their variety endless,
Just as their abilities
To shatter and destroy,
Fragile and unlike alike,
To fragments of former reality.

Is it so noble
To fight demons undefeatable
Rather than choose a simple flight
Away from tormentous anxieties?
A decision quickly made by a courageous and fearful few,
And pondered upon for lifetimes by others,
Will haunt me alike to the fears
Who proposed the question initially.