Destination: Sanity

My greatest high.

Shortness of breath

Cold wind hitting my face

A never-ending road…

The greatest joy of my life.

The earth could be dead now, but my will is alive.

 

The music drowns out of the headphones

As my legs pump me ever-forward,

every muscle tightening-

defining ever more.

I lose count of the laps as the high encompasses me.

 

Seconds, minutes,

perhaps decades pass by.

Every tear, worry, fear

They encompass me-

All a blur in this euphoria,

 

A marathon is not my prize.

But myself, my sanity

My physique

My romance

Pumping through my being as my feet hit the asphalt.

 

This is my obsession.

Reviews

[Nate E. Flake (Cösmic ..]

I think how this poem was written is very clever, how your words portray the act of running, but you do not actually declare or state that you are running. This supplements the aesthetic nature of this piece.

[Meredith Leigh]

I really liked this. It was an interesting form of word play that you used to describe the situation. This was cool =]

[Chrity]

I like how after you run you feel really good for like 4-5 hours..lol

[Jenna]

So its running that's your greatest high??

[Jude]

this is good
very detailed
I enjoyed reading this

[Farrah Grahm]

this is great. Fast paced and smart, that works especially since the poem makes me think of a runner, and that run being the highest high.