Tired arms
grim in eye
panic streams
strain holds.
no thought but success.
as red burns,
a trip, or stumble, but no fall,
a twist, a turn,
then breath gasps deep.
and in his grip,
he holds his prize, a
wreck to view, but
life in all their eyes.

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  • Samantha Bla Bla
    Samantha Bla Blaabout 6 years ago

    very well written

  • hilarydougill
    hilarydougillabout 6 years ago

    Very visual, I was feeling the strain for him, Beautiful words, very well written.

  • photojoey
    photojoeyabout 6 years ago

    fine work Dean

  • mysteryfaith
    mysteryfaithabout 6 years ago

    nicely said..

  • Ushna Sardar
    Ushna Sardarabout 6 years ago


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