Gallery of Poems

The Run

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The cold air pierces the depths of my lungs,

Giving a feeling of a sharp stab every time I intake air.

There's nothing around me for miles,

Nothing but the starry night sky and myself.

My feet pound on the ground,

As if on an invisible beat that only I can hear.

I am so tired I want to fall over,

But I force myself to push my limits.

I round around a grassy corner,

Making the cold mud splash across the backs of my thighs.

I race toward the willing pavement,

Glad to feel a sturdy hardness beneath my feet.

Off in the close distance,

I can spy the place where I can finally stop.

This new thought rejuvenates me,

And with this, I go a little faster than before.

Incoming, incoming, incoming,

It penetrates my view until this is all that I can see.

I feel ready pass out from tiredness,

But I pull myself though the last few meters.

I fall over, sinking, seeping into the ground,

Mulling over the amazement of the run.