The_Race

When I was born

I started running

Every year, month, day

I have been running

But he keeps the pace

Slow, methodical

I run to keep the distance

The gap closes

Yet I persist

Time continues

My lead falters

The pace slows

My adversary does not rush

He knows his quarry

Tired, Lonely

I've done this for so long

I'm weak...

My legs crippled

Walking, Crawling

Fate continues on

His strides even

He does not boast

Nor taunt

He lifts me up

My race is over

He always wins

The pain I felt

The weight I bore

It's... gone.

I feel warmth

Youth returned

I finally see her

She was never as good at running

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