Sprinting,
panting
Sweat running down my brow
I know the worst is yet to come
Less than a minute now
Eyes are fixed on me
Shame, embarrassment,
fixed on every stride
Boring into me from every direction
Digging a knife straight into my pride
There are monsters chasing me
threatening my progress,
loosing hope with every step
threatening to hinder me, torture me
until I know it is useless to try, and I wept
It hurts to breathe
It hurts to run
But this torture never ends
seeing my fellow peers in unison
the slowest of my friends
I can't keep this up
Lightheaded, legs slowing,
I let the slowest pass
After all, it is never easy...
...to be the fattest kid in gym class.
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Ophiuchus
SpiritualA collection of "stories" I wrote, some from years ago, some from now; this book with be constantly evolving and growing. If you love philosophy, humor...just pure chicken soup for the existential soul, than you will love this!
