Our Race

Running and running

Away from The Thought

I fear it in life

It makes me distraught

Like sludge the weight slips

Like a chemise off me

I do not like running

‘Though t’once filled me with glee

A coffee, an apple

Ten kilometres more

This poor, fragile vessel

I did knock on His door

You’re obnoxious and brattish.

You’re never enough.

Your existence is worthless.

(Lest you prove your mind tough)

Bent over, eyes bloodshot

Thin hair and coarse skin

Elbows, knees, knobbly

Sore jaw, concrete chin

Seeing what is not there—

Oh, aggressive voyeur!—

Hard-working, slow-thinking

Mind a constant blur

See, tough is ironic,

Impressionable soul,

Love sets the foundations

For more than this hole

There are those that think

You’re your own diamond mine,

Darling, do not keep running

There is no finish line;