My Shaken Race

My Shaken Race. I'm racing against time Lost in the motions Fighting past emotions Carrying mine directions One step at a time Eyes on the past distance I takea step forward While strides backwards Wrestling the whistling wind I, weary in the motions Sweated and drenched in it Chest pounding like dried drums My path ruffled with leaves Roads roughened with cracks My feet bled by them I race towards the dark lines I'm rocked of my race Quickly gathering the slow pace In the race of slow progression Ascent only a dream Sinews weakened and worried Bones torn an worn Joints locked and shaky I fight on and off I'm slowly moving Backwards to nowhere I stagnate and regress In my own undefined race Like drunkards at night I stagger and fight Pretend to fix my sight But hopeless of reaching the height Edison H Okoth.