Running along in the storm,
  essentially flooded inside;
  clouds break away and reform,
  and I have got nowhere to hide.
 
Memories come in a hail
  of names that I fear to hear said;
  breathlessly seeking a trail,
  dreading whatever’s ahead.
 
Legs struggle on through the grain,
  flashes of faces and fire;
  fleeing from all of the pain,
  spattering on through the mire.
 
Running along in the dark,
  seeking a house or a friend;
  unready set on the mark,
  and wishing this bad dream
 
  would end