Hero Or Coward?

Hands are pale
Eyes are full of dread
Fear fills up to the edge
When no one can save you
Will you try until the end
Until skin is cracked and blistered
Bleeding upon the steps ahead
When eyes are bloodshot
and ears are ringing
Like wailing in your head.
Will you walk barefoot
Until the coals under your feet are felt no more
To save yourself from the wicked boor
Or will you run away into safe haven
To cool the wounds
Shrivel the blisters
And clear your eyes
Like the cowardice that you are
and never get by.