Trek

Midnight Runs at San Pedro High School

Trek

 

I hoped over the cold metal fence

Of the high school

The home of the Pirates

 

At 11:30 is the worst

The sprinkler system coats the steel

With a slick liquid death

 

I scale the murder trap

With the knowledge

An injury is emanate

 

I land harshly

On the other side

Safe

 

But my trek has just started

My legs are waterlogged

Each step is a chore

 

The Harbor breeze cuts through my damp jogging suite

The cold air weight on my lungs

Nine more blocks to go

Author's Note

Sometimes it's a moment in time....

Reviews

[Valentine]

Hopped...in the first line..other than that it brings back memories of sports in school and the fun that I had back then..I wish I cah taken the time to enjoy those years more as as we age..time flies past..Valentine

[Poetic Beauty]

There were times that I wanted to escape high school. I simply played sick and stayed home. snickers. I like this jail break.

[TheSweet]

Hehe, i'm feeling quite tired just reading this poem. I'm sure we've all been in the situation where our effort seems to not be enough for the journey. Thanks for sharing.

[Scandalous]

Great work with your words! Keep up the good work!

~ Scandalous

[Kenneth The Poet]

Awesome work. You describe a moment rather perfectly I think.

[Mauricio Montoya]

great job in brining this together.

[writing mojo]

There is something about hopping fences that is very nostalgic, and you hit the nail right on the head with this poem..good stuff

[Michael of Gilead]

I've ripped a pair or two of jeans scaling fences ;)

[Siena - Silent Awakenin..]

I really like want you've done with this, its descriptive in your way... creative too.