Random Poems I Wrote:)

less of a poem, more of a rant.

I was young
Pushing my body to the brink
Like a greyhound
Long legs striding towards the finish line
Each muscle proving it's force

And then
Suddenly
I wasn't

Something happened
They took it away from me
I thought that
I had more time
It's not that late
Please
Just one more year
One last race

There's no going back now
Before me I see the track so clearly
Why hadn't I seen it laid out before
Familiar faces race onwards
Unaware of reality
I see them aging
I see their bodies decaying ever so slowly
It's the way it goes
We're born, fresh and new
And
All that exists is the track

I can't run anymore
Not now
My joints are too weak
My body fallible
I have to walk slowly
Have to take breaks
Rest
The track is still waiting
I am still moving forwards
It waits for no one but death

Gently now
Softly
Creaking and clacking
With each step
I feel so terribly alone
I move with the speed of those
Three times my age
Still
I'm moving still.

Dying is such a lonely thing
How cruel
To be so young
And so aware
To feel so mortal

I was alive and free
Racing
Faster and faster and faster
Hurtling myself towards life
I was going to make it
I was going to win
I wasn't going to suffer like my ancestors did
I would be free

I suppose it wasn't ment to be
Not for a dog like me.

I want to go home now
To lie in a soft garden
Whisper to the cool earth
all I have learned
And let the warm sun
Blaze upon my back
I want to release my dreams
into a calm stream.
But I'm not there,
I'm not alone
And I'm not free.

I continue to walk
Click, click, click.
The race continues on forevermore.