Wednesday, 4 July 2012

Not at the Races

I can't keep up with the beat of my heart,
I've been lagging behind, gasping for breath.
It's like my longings have had a head start
and they will not slow down until my death.

It wouldn't be so bad if I could rest
from all of my wants and all of my needs,
but I'll have to settle for second best
and keep on running until my soul bleeds.

My words are as tired as this position
but they will serve me well until the end
where I may find myself some precision
and the time to let my beaten limbs mend.

And words will help to pump the blood around
and will stay strong even when I hit the ground.

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