I do this because of emotions
Emotions that matter more than food
Emotions that matter more than my state of breathing
So much damn anger
Anger over you
You
You
And then me, with the realization
I'm forced to catch my breath
So I need to run and not come back
But I continue running in place on this machine
Not to gain control
But to be good at something
To be great at something
When I cause this much pain, anger, loss of strength, loss of control, loss of morals, and fear to
Me and my body
The failure I face is numbing and makes me forget it all again until
I'm back sweating from it all.
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Author:
Rayne (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 25th, 2017 13:36
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Comments2
Wow. I really enjoyed this one. I can relate. Straight to my favorites, it goes. Thanks for sharing.
No problem, thanks for liking it
Another very strong poem, Rayne. Honest and from the heart.
That means a lot, thanks!
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