My body's aching,
To the very marrow of all my bones
My sides feel like
They are about to rip apart
Sliding down my face
Are sweat droplets from my forehead
Mixed with tears provoked by pain.
But, the perspiration
Isn't easing this frustration -
The burning sensation in my head,
I slowly inhale and exhale,
Hoping oxygen can soothe my anguish
But to no avail...
And I ask myself
Why physical exercise
Causes me so much hurt?...
And they say
It keeps me healthy -
While it slowly
Consumes my sanity.
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Writer's Whispers
PoetryIt's only at night that you hear the faint whispers of the writer's pen trailing paper. [COMPLETED]