My heart has its race,
My feet have their pace,
While my arms just swing
Like razorblades.
My cadence never slows,
My body never grows-
No, stop, wait-
Exhausted.
My mind
Now gone,
Drowned
In song,
My thoughts
Now blast
away.
The crunch,
The dirt,
My eyes,
They search
Now feeling
Fades away.
My legs,
They burn,
But my heart
Yearns
Go faster
Go faster
I break-
Wind
In hair
I am
Nowhere
My eyes
They cease
To see
Legs
Go numb
I have
To run
Until
My
Thoughts
Are
F
R
E
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Emanations Of The Heart
PoetryΞ if actions speak louder than words why is the pen mightier than the sword Ξ