My Spikes

Waiting in anticipation of that single gun shot

palms sweaty as we line up to start

all falls silent

all I hear is the sound of my racing heart

all I feel is the adrenaline rushing through my legs

shaking arms I look up ready to depart from the starting line

On your mar,

Get set,


Racing around the first corner

putting lighting to shame

I have my spike to thank

I pass girls as if beating them was easy

I have my spikes to thank

my hearing come to reality

the crowd, the announcer, the click-clack on the track, my deep breaths fill my ears

I have my spikes to thank



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