Sunday, March 18, 2012

misery (put me out)

standing behind the gate, 
i feel the freshly fluffed dirt below my feet;
i smell the new sodded fields,
i hear the roar of loved ones far away.
normal capacity would stand others beside me
but this race is my own.
your whistle blows and i flee,
the gate swings open and i run as easily as i once stood.
i run towards you, towards parts of me i so desperately seek.
my feet move fast 
and the scenery becomes a blur as i move through it.
higher and higher off the feeling of flight, i know no pain.
yet suddenly, without warning, i begin to slow.
the vision of you so far ahead has changed;
you stand near me now.
fire.  
the skin of my feet are torn and my bones plead for rest.
overwhelming amounts of electricity 
shoot from limb to limb.
i lay in a panic and beg for your mercy.
and then, 
as if in a slowing motion,
a shot rings out that chills the crowd to hush.
powder and smoke linger like fog over my body.
the pain has ended.
all i can form,
"thank you."

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