Cornered and pushed
Never enough
I do what I can
The going is rough.

Setting the bar
Too high for me
Leave me alone
Please let me be.

Tethered and straddled
Stripped down and scorned
Feeling so shallow
Feeling forlorn.

Beaten and bruised
Beyond recognition
Why am I driven
Obsessed with ambition?

Striving to win
Crossing the line
Hoping the prize
Will be better this time.

Why are you running
Faster and faster?
What is you want
What is it you’re after?

The end is near
6 feet and under
The roar of the crowd
The end of your thunder.


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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories.

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