Marathoner

Lorenz

Embrace the glory of being

or die trying to tame it .

Pain,rage ,tears ,

Suffering  kills your legs ,

it's just torment of the mind 

if you can't fight,you'll fall 

if  solitude isn't your confident,

and don't aspire to hell ,

 you will be less than nothing ,

then,stay home and be a poet 

or take up knitting  ...

The  treasure  is   in the will  ,

  the strenght to take the track 

to defy wind,rain ,and heatwave ,

when lightning  slape the tree ,

  thunder  overhead ,

reject  the dawn this false  enjoyer ,

you know ,your dry eyes will  cry ,

spartan  warrior resilient's  soul !  

so, my friend ,split  the stone ,

and turn it into a dream ,

burning fire of a religion !

Leap of the puma 

imperial eagle's flight ,

you'll fight to the bitter end ,

alone in the silent triumph ,

love doesn't wait at the finish line,

suffer ,die and reborn ...

  Marathon runner .

  • Author: lorenz (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 5th, 2024 02:27
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments2

  • Ellen Marsell

    Ode to an indomitable spirit.

    • Lorenz

      The triumph of the will !

    • 2781

      I prefer to sit back with a drink and a smoke.

      • Lorenz

        You'll reach the final line faster !

        • 2781

          Ha! Most of the battle is from the armchair.



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