the last lap...

the gun shot that signaled

the start is now

nothing

but an echo of the past

fading

as does breath turn

to whimper

grasping for will

at each step

to go further, a foot

an inch, even smaller

just cant stop, now

not yet..

stretching my arms, perhaps

i can reach

the flag on that block

colors are vague now

so was the dream

but i need

to get there, no matter

cheer me on, let me

be there where it ends

then

rest, i can