i breathe poetry Part II

Racing forward with a fast streak of light
Pushing through the fatigue with all your might

In your mind, you create the yellow tape
Your mind keeps telling you to go and escape

The crowd is cheering so you must keep going
You’re exhausted but you hide it without them knowing

Your heart is pounding and your throat burns
Your feet are killing you and your stomach turns

You think you’re going to win don’t you?
Keep that thought, and you will





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