Last Moments of A Runner
Last Moments of A Runner
By R.F. Cisneros
As I run towards the meadow
Running fast up this hillside
My feet carry me, where I do not know
Wondering how long I can keep this stride
Pondering on my life’s existance
Contemplating all of my endeavors
Everything in life based on happinstance
Being chased by the fate of hunters
Falling toward my fateful oblivion
Hoping to elude my would be captors
My body loses strength as I weaken
I strain for a chance of freedom
My vision sees a spot where I can hide
I sprint with hope towards a chasm
The pain of the bullet in my side
Safety found in this place
Hoping that they not find me
Hoping that I was able to outrace
I clean my bleeding wound gently
The beating of my pulse slowing
World around me getting dark
Wind around me softly blowing
Another adventure I will embark
My race is run I have finished
May the life I live be not in vain
Do not grieve for me when I’ve perished
As here my body will forever remain
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