Nerves of a Runner

April 19, 2013

My Nerves are a wreck As I go against the best But for my solar plexus This is only a test Gunshot in my ear Yet there's nothing to fear I'm drenched in sweat Wet, like I've been in a pool Shaking like mad I look like a fool Will I even shine? Pick them over time? The though Disappears Of losing to those guys The harder I try The slower time goes by

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jonathan.otero.3Apr 19, 2013

As a competitive runner, I understand that the harder you try to get in the front, time feels as if It's slowing down..

ultrabookwormApr 19, 2013

I felt like I could relate to the speaker in this poem, the way you name specifically how he's feeling (the "solar plexus" part). I think I got a bit lost in the laststanza ^_^;; Nevertheless, this is among my favorites that I've browsed tonight! Well done. And I liked the photo :P