A Boring Poem by a Runner


United States
47° 39' 36.2592" N, 117° 25' 53.8572" W

I run through the streets, pitter-patter
Darkness on my heels

I keep moving, leaping, flying-fast
The world running past

Darkness ahead draws nigh and the street-lights
Stand against the stars

My world spins, everything is beautiful, alive
And powerful - it stings

Cramps in my chest, pain in my stomach
I realize I'm hungry

Endorphin highs, adrenaline Power
Oxygen deficient brain

Has this trail defeated me? I am tired
My phone dies, music gone

I'm lost



I went for a run tonight. It was fun. I'm tired... haha

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