Poem - The Finish Line by Curtis M. Joseph

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Curtis M. Joseph

Poems

- Lessening Times
- 1192 A.D.
- Amongst A Cry
- A DreamerS Quarrels
- 34Th Pier
- Red Fog
- Catching The Limits
- AutumnS Hand
- The Finish Line
- The Room
- Suddenly, And When You Know

The Finish Line
by Curtis M. Joseph

I can't breathe.
Air is escaping my being.
Pain has stricken my legs to drop.
Of my arms coursing of needles that I wish to pull out.
Mourner of my throat beckons to sip water.
The sun sips off my skin to dry me of my being.
Blurry is my vision for a glare comes across me to the end.
Dank and unclean I feel to the breath of restlessness.
Deafen I have become to the crowds of cheers.
Tight is the band that I snap of my chest.
Dwindle I fall of my being to the arms of a savior.
At rest I can be for I have made it through the inferno.

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