Lyrical Poem

This lyrical poem consists of two quatrains and a couplet at the end.




The Marathon Runner

The searing heat was starting to get unbearable
The blisters on my feet were just as terrible
No wonder i was one of the few left on this track
The others couldn't take the flak.

Every step became an ordeal
My stomach was churning up my last meal
The finish line was now growing closer with every step
Boy, was i dying for a can of Schweeeppes!

I was now within touching distance of the yellow ribbon
 But then the ground beneath me started to attack me.











~Gautam