I wake up
feeling the sour sugar
pumping through my insides
6 hours of sleep
thank god I never started drinking
some mornings you don’t think you are going to make it
the day wins
other people win
and this losing streak continues
for no apparent reason
you’re about to have victory
but a technicality gives you a ticket
it’s a draw
it’s a compromise
it’s a game with no highs and no lows
I need a noble failure
a challenge that rattles my insides
4 cups of coffee and I start running
the fires make the air more toxic than cigarettes
cigarettes and coffee in the morning
My unkempt beard and tired eyes
don’t give the impression of health
unlike the perfect athletes I pass
in their perfect clothes
running at a conservative pace
For me,
it’s a heart attack or nothing
rock music on the lake
and an empty bench
where I sit and contemplate
What am I running from?
This amazing ❤️
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Thanks for reading Ashmita!!! I’m glad you liked it! 😉
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