CompetitionA Poem by It's Me, The MiracleA poem written on life, where the slow and steady wins the raceQueasiness being the key of the day Ran around to find peace somewhere A profound nap was the desire of the heart Number of laps yet to pass, impeded the wish Numerous laps that cover regular intervals I wished someone to take over the next lap But there was none in that end, made me run Hurrying to the ultimate end, I saw me being lone Am I alone here as all others are still behind? Or am I alone here as all others have passed me? While looking behind to see whether somebody follow Heard a loud scream of joy from the ultimate end Someone unknown made it to reach the goal Wanting to see the winner, I hurried again There are several long laps yet to be passed Being eaten by the cruel and ugly desolation, I want to escape from this race of rivalry Yet, I didn't give up and ran steadily to the end Reaching at the end was like a dream come true It seemed the entire world was waiting for me With great joy, I was recognized with a big award Though in muddiness, I could realize the truth The competition demanded the last one to win
© 2013 It's Me, The MiracleAuthor's Note
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