Delving Into the Mind of the Insane

Poetry seemed appropriate for my mood. It's very mellow and collected. So I chose to present a narrative poem. It's not personal, it's not depressing. It could also probably fit in the uplifting section, but it's a narrative. I never use pronouns (he/she) in my writing, so they all fit into my life and my own categories. Once I did use those pronouns, and it didn't fit into my Specials Collection, I created my narrative section.
Well I think I've rambled enough. Here you go.

Finish Line

Running
The wind whipping his face,
keeping him focused
on his goal
There is one purpose to this
He pushes harder,
runs faster
His eyes lock on the target
It's still distant,
but getting clearer -
through his clouded vision

The wind stings,
brings tears to his eyes
The wind stings,
but keeps him focused
Legs burning,
arms pumping,
he pushes forward,
running faster still

The target becomes clear
A yellow band -
of freedom
of victory
If only he could reach it
Never slowing
Never retreating
Always pushing
Always reaching
Until, finally
the yellow tape is broken
and he emerges, at last,
a winner


Well there you go. Something a little different. Not quite like anything I've done before, but still decent. Right?

Comment thoughts. Also, ideas for next post. :)