Toes have forsaken my footed form
Self disembodied as naught but storm
My hooves strike lightning welded to soul
A whirling thunder ordains physical toll
Propelled aloft by my iron will
Cognition surrenders to a bestial thrill
Own screams lost in a labyrinth of mind
A tantrum of ambition conflicting kind
One blizzard of visible determination
Limbs hurricanes of physical exertion
In depths of necessity, heartbeats cant tire
Muscles dissolve, bones a liquid fire
My swiftness derived from uncontained raw power
I ransack expectation, condemning quitters hour
An entity of undiluted energy
Unleashed onto spectators sanity
I embody a tempest chained to murky sky
My caress of the earth is a physical lie
The illusion of one thousand limbs
However, specter like I ride north winds
Stumbling uncontained through wingless flight
Uncontrolled unveiled yet narrowed sight
I fathom glory, the distant dream
Prevailing of laurels, adorn my scene
Sea of visions evaporate yielding desert sand
Mirages and oases to be banned
Truth of speed parallels a daggered tale
I topple to ash, yet rise in hail
A tsunami of crashing steps self decreed
I the savage storm racing to be freed
Lava eyes cooled only by victories rains
Lust for success poisons sap in my veins
I harbor no oxygen, exhalations on wing
A gale is the only thing expelled from my being
Sweat becomes my bodies hieroglyphic history
For my internal canals surge with electricity
Possessed by the elements my body reborn
I am alive, to this path soulfully sworn
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PoetryI wrote this poem about running. I have been part of my highschool's track team for a few years so I wanted to document that feeling that comes with a race. This is probably my favorite poem I have ever written, I hope you enjoy