The bloody Pen Poet Free verse

A race I wasn't a part of

We were running on a field, the ground full of green, yet it didn’t feel beautiful.

Feeling like I am away from my mind, running on baises.

I started running. I heard someone screaming my name—

and I ran. Everyone around me started running too. There were no adults, just a bunch of kids running across the field.

My feet grew colder, breath was feeling like committing sin because I had to stop everytime.

The voices grew angrier, because some kids were ahead.

But how could I explain to those voices—
some kids were on trains,
some had good shoes,
some looked happy.

I wasn’t one of them.

I stopped. I tried to explain to those voices that I wasn’t supposed to be there.

They didn’t listen.
They kept running in the same race,

believing this was the only way.

But how I could explain to them, I lost the track I was the winner of.

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