The Marathon

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My thoughts are running a marathon in my head
They get faster and faster as the finish line appears
My breathing becomes heavy and  my heart races
I end up unable to breath
And as I believe it can't get worse the runners run faster
My heart races harder, and my lungs are on fire
Then all of a sudden it stops
My heart steadys, my breathing calms
And all my thoughts disappear

Poetry // Sarah PhillipsWhere stories live. Discover now