Entry for Week 3 of Brigits_Flame--"Besieged"

[intermezzo_poet]

I lost the race years ago.

Or maybe… maybe there never really was a finish line.

Because I feel like I’ve been running for days, months, years. I am weak and weary and my lungs crumple like paper bags with every exhale. Inhale, exhale. I thought I saw the end, once. I thought I saw the finish line amidst the sunrise… but it was just city

Comments

[merthin]

Interesting. I can't say I've ever heard of Hope being called a parasite before. Interesting viewpoint. Thanks for sharing.