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Treadmill

sarahmarie-poetry:

Why not run on the treadmill
for as long as you can,
because it all means nothing.

You can run and run,
you can move fast or slow,
but you’ll never move forward.

I’m chained to the arms,
bound, forced to sprint
until the machine hits the max.

Sweat trickles down my face, 
like a sprinkler it quenches
my parched skin, but it’s
a fleeting embrace.

My legs give up and throw my
useless body off the machine.
I lie bloody and beaten,
and it all means nothing.

(Written and submitted by @poppunkholyspirit)

(via sarahmariepardy-deactivated2018)