Cross Country

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That taunting pressure of not running,
burning through my skin in a way that is cunning.
The teacher's light shines on me with tremendous hope,
what should I do, Running- I can't cope.
The beats my heart pump, embarrising, when I enter the school-The Last Person!
Though everyone claps and cheers, only I know that laughter hidden within each person.
Running would be the last thing in the world that I would choose to do,
but what should I do when everyone's hopes on me are stirred in that hot stoo.





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Mehul V. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 12, 2010 at 10:14 am
Nice and simple poem..
 
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