My frisky feet are light and fleet
Sturdy soles skim tiles and concrete
Adrenaline courses through every fiber
And consumes me like a wildfire.
Over gaps, I leap and somersault
Over obstacles, I roll and vault
Spring and land with utmost precision
As I race towards my destination.
My hands cling to walls and ledges
As I push my body to the edges
But not beyond; I am no dimwit
A true traceur knows his limits.
But this is illicit, is it not?
I suppose it is—if I get caught.
How can I resist when I reside
In the traceur's Mecca, the City of Light?
This forbidden thrill is what I chase
Whenever I run a rooftop race
With companions or myself and I
Up high and away from unwanted eyes.
Oh how I relish nights like these!
When my skin is brushed by the midnight breeze.
With every step my soul takes flight
As I sprint below the shroud of night.
YOU ARE READING
from the depths of my mind, they flutter free
Poetry𝟓×𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 An assortment of poems. From personal experiences and miscellaneous musings to feelings that have long lingered in me, this book contains poems inspired by whatever comes to my mind. ❝ 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘸𝘦 �...
