Inspired by the Sonnets of William Shakespeare
By Jose Delvillar
My breath is hampered, my face is bright red.
My legs are becoming weak and useless,
And now my hair is flying off my head,
From all my gross sweating I look a mess.
The hills seem to grow with each step I take,
The wind blows my legs as the cold grows worse.
I concentrate on the sidewalks cracked lines.
Blood pumps through my veins, my heart is the source.
When I run my world quickly blows my me.
Running lets me reminisce my awards,
My dreams seem to extend to the sky.
Running down the hill my slow pace doubles.
I start to head home, looking for my street,
Cleansing mind and body, running is a retreat.