I find myself wanting to run (away), both figuratively
and literally.

My feet carry me through all-too-familiar places;
at a steady, slow pace
in hopes that
it will stop my mind from dragging me to strange ones;
(ones I might not be able to find my way back from)
in a frenzied, impulsive motion.

But again, this effort is in vain.

My feet slow to a walk, then to a stop.