Thursday, October 27, 2011

Fight Agony Fighting

My chest is heaving painfully
Dry air bellows from my super sensitive lungs as I run
And run
There’s pain behind me
A indistinct rising mass
So I fight to run
And run
But my legs are so weak
They shake and spasm from exhaustion
But I still force myself to run
Except now i only crawl
Finally something whispers in my head
“what happens if you stop fighting”
the whisper trips me and I go down
I stay down
And the pain washes through me sharp
But as I am whisked away
My poor body is relieved

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