Outside

Esoteric poem about my experience as a runner.

Born on the outside of the world 

Everything seems so strange 

Never felt like I belonged 

Success is the only thing that keeps me tethered to the absurdity 

The pain of fading consciousness in the last lap is the only reality 

Everything else is trapped in another world... Don't know where don't know why don't know how

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

The determination of getting to the finish line...the will that blacks out anything on the sidelines and allows you to have a sort of tunnel vision....is described so well here. The whys and hows are not important in a situation such as this....it is all a means to an end. "The end justifies the means" comes to mind. Well written. Lydi**

[Phillipe Foucher]

Thanks Lydia, I appreciate your comment :)