Battle of each day :

running faster, i cant keep up
dripping sweat running down my cold face
showing my emotion
flikkers of no grace
a choice so hard to follow
yet so easy to make
hungering yourself for that last taste
sensation of fulfillment
not fulfilling at all
only hungering for more
breaking out for the next run
heart beating like a drum
knowing that you cant keep up the pace
pulling yourself into murder
of all your given faith
sacrificing that one pleasure
to hard to face
all for your own discomfort
your own miss taste
incorrectly moving into this worldly face
slowly gaining strength
to breath while in so much pain
trying to keep up
this devastating pace
thanking all the supporters
that witnessed your embrace
to this ungodly given...
never ending race

- H. De Villiers -