Thursday, August 14, 2003
Racing ahead, muscles pumping,
Lungs aching for air.
Aware of the others,
hearing their ragged pants tear the silent night air.
Hurtling through the darkness,
wishing one could feel the finish line,
Determined to keep up with the crowd.
Suddenly,
sheer nothingness.
An unseen abyss in thy path.
Fell through the gaping chasm.
Hit the ground hard.
ANd lay there,
a tangled, helpless heap.
Lungs aching for air.
Aware of the others,
hearing their ragged pants tear the silent night air.
Hurtling through the darkness,
wishing one could feel the finish line,
Determined to keep up with the crowd.
Suddenly,
sheer nothingness.
An unseen abyss in thy path.
Fell through the gaping chasm.
Hit the ground hard.
ANd lay there,
a tangled, helpless heap.
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