Poems about Race

• My finish line keeps moving

  / I run my race over paper, / Trailing snail marks of ink. / I'm breathing heavy, / These cold wet whispers of words / Escape my deserted mouth. / / It's a critical marathon, / Make or break stuff. / A race I can't win with / The wor

  by Jjtee 91 words, 1 comment, on Sep 6 10:22 AM 2008. In Poetry, reality, poem, Race