Eighth Runner

Sun, 09/07/2014 - 15:56 -- 15srink

I can feel the target on my back

Drawn with sweat and dirt

And can hear the footsteps chasing me

Muffled spikes in dirt

With my success

Comes another’s failure

Pained smiles and caged disappointment

I do the same

But hold back my delight


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