Sometimes a race is the same as love
You’re nervous at first
And you have a lot of competitors
And you wanna skip it
And relax in bed
But you end up doing it anyway
When the gun shoots
You run your heart out
You can ether give up
Or keep going
But you keep going
Even though your face cries with sweat
You try your best for love
Your trial might get dusty
You might trip or fall
But whatever you do just keep running
Later on
You might find a rival that is pushing you
Trying to make you lose
But just keep running
When you cross the finish line
And you feel like you might puke
Nothing seems better to you now
When everyone is done and they announce the places
You either did not win or you did but no matter what
Just keep running
I really liked the imagery that you used in the first two stanzas. They conveyed the message really well.
ReplyDeleteI really liked the way you repeated certain lines throughout the poem. I thought it produced an interesting effect.
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