BuildingA Poem by CathexisMy morning run
Forced work exerted,
through painful torture, pushed. As night's warmth draws, my body screams to stop. Further and further I go, sheer strength of will, an unstoppable force, I will become... This morning ritual fast becoming a favourite, if only to remind,
who is in control. © 2015 Cathexis |
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