An Exercise In Futility
It's an exercise in futility But still my feet pound upon earth, My legs spring above rocks and branches. I know better than to look back But still my head turns around, My eyes fall upon the adversary. I scan the path for obstructions But still my foot catches in a mangled root, My trembling body collapses to the dirt. I cannot move, Grasping for breath, Mind imploding-- Trapped. It looms over me, Gripping my skull. I scream in terror, anger, pain, When (somehow) I find the strength. I yank my entangled foot from its captor, And flee yet again. Speed increasing- One yard Heart pounding- Five yards Breath heavy- Ten yards Confidence gaining- Twenty yards The end realized here, at Twenty-five... A cliff. The figure ever-approaching, I am left with no choice. I leap, Flying, Freefalling To my Imminent .........Written for a challenge, but found out today that I was too late to submit it. Oh well. Written January 10th, 2002 © on Jan 10 2002 07:36 AM PST 0 • 1
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"It's an exercise in futility..."