Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Running

My feet ache, and throb, and pulsate.
I can foresee, and envision the blisters
and the scabs.

My lungs are lined with gasoline
the burn is so intense that my peripheral vision
is closing-in and darkening.

With each step I take
the problem is further and further behind...
ever there, existent.

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