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.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
