The Race

Posted by The Thorn at 1/8/2009 3:07 AM
Categories: First Line Last Line Exercise
It is as they so oft say
No pain means no gain
Stretch your heart strings
Till they break and bleed
Tug hard at the cord
Of emotional exuberance
Till it spasms sorely
Well worn in the workout
Knotted muscles herniated
By soft twisted sighs
Strained pleasurably
In decadent delight
Keep pace in the place
Your heart desires most
This race is won not by the fast
But rather by the most determined

Originally posted 12/31/08 © Brian_Thorn

 

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