The days drag on
As my knees scrape the ground
Because I’ve lost the will to stand.
It’s not that hard,
You lazy ass.”
They scream from the sidelines.
I watch as other runners collapse,
And I’m helpless to save them
Because I can’t save myself.
As if the taunts aren’t enough,
The cattle prod of guilt stabs me if I slow,
And I watch as those behind me
Crumble with the ground in apathy.
I see the finish line—
It’s just there—
But it isn’t real.
The other is farther off than I can see.
Beyond it is blissful nothingness.
Beyond it is death.