All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
Onward
The beetle black of
Worn track seems to gleam cruelly
All the way to the end
Of the world’s wide edge.
Its rough, rubbery fumes
Coat the walls of my nostrils
Harshly,
From the heat that swirls
Profusely up from the track
Around my running, sweating body.
I begin to stumble
And drag my noodled legs
At the last few meters.
My breath hastens out
Stammered, strident, and stinging
To my dry, cracked throat.
My thick spit tastes sour.
I cross the finish line and plummet
To the steaming turf as my heart
Pounds maliciously
Like a cavernous drum
To the rhythm of my relief and delight.
As I lay,
The world continues to turn around me.
And I realize that I just reached
The end of the world’s edge.
All its natural hindrances and vicious thorns
Falling back to the start
In defeat.
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 0 comments.